Where are you Mr Cupid,
Why don’t we find you anymore?
Help us, for we are stupid,
Or are your arrows left no more?
Has your bow got wrecked,
Or your wings lie dead?
For love hath utterly wretched,
And it now bleeds red.
No gizmos now blink,
No cosmos lug any sign.
Love now stands on a brink,
Wobbling about inebriated and malign.
Lamenting your absence, it weeps,
Loneliness now viciously creeps.
Why did you leave it high and dry?
Please come back else love will die.
And so Mr. Cupid returned to shower the love arrows,
and once again love spreaded through hearts and marrows.
A beautiful take on the god of love ! π
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Love is definitely different now than before.
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True that !!
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So beautiful parth… I too wondering where is Mr. Cupid… looks like he didn’t come back… nice poem
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Thank you Sana!π He will one day !!
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Beautiful poem.β€οΈ Mr Cupid is playing hide and seek I guess.π
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Hehe. Thank you ππ yaaa! Just like you ππ π
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Hahaha.π I am toh always beautifulπ
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Waaaaah!!πππππ€£ππ€£π
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π I am smart and you know it.π Btw I am back.π
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That’s a happy news !!! π€π€π€π€πππ€π€ So good to hear!π€π
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