Cupid De Locke

Cupid hath pulled back his sweetheart's bow

To cast divine arrows into her soul

To grab her attention swift and quick

Or morrow the marrow of her bones be thick

With turpentine kisses and mistaken blows

 

See the devil may do as the devil may care

He loves none sweeter as sweeter the dare

Her mouth the mischief he doth seek

Her heart the captive of which he speaks

So note all ye lovers in love with the sound

Your world be shattered with nary a note

Of one cupids arrow under your coat



And in the land of star crossed lovers

And barren hearted wanderers

Forever lost in forsaken missives and satan's pull

We seek the unseekable and we speak the unspeakable

Our hopes dead gathering dust to dust

In faith, in compassion, and in love