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cupid
cupid

love at first sight, when I saw your face
held my hand tight, when I felt your grace
followed your footsteps leading to home
silenced my footsteps, map where you roam
felt this was love: strange and subliminal
but neither am I a stalker nor a criminal

tried writing poems, engraved with my love
tried giving roses, laced with the fragrances
gave you those gifts and pledged all that I have
but you defied the graces, denied my advances
failure planted in me: a seed in the forest
but neither am I a poet nor even a florist

hail those who loved and was reciprocated
heaven did fail me and hell was appreciated
finally got the weapon I saved in desperation
lead to your home, to force vindication
aimed three shots to the head without blunder
but neither was I cupid nor even an archer.