Bruised by Cupid's Arrow

An arrow struck her heart strings

Devoid of emotion as it had seemed

Strings playing bluesy tunes

A lullaby to her senses

Cupid had shot in her direction

Tonight, scented dreams awaited

Lavender; femininity all grown up

Yearnings will alas awake

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Awake at the stroke of dawn

Dancing on feet so light

Seamless joy; svelte figure

A new inexplicable feeling

Courses did collide; magical spice

The belle and a dashing dandy

Locked lips; butterflies; perfection

Yearlong sensation.

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A tear from cupid's eye

Drops on our love duo

Scales; sunshine; clearing fog

A rude awakening

Chicanery charm; a play

Travesty; him; his words

Love no more than lust

Yellowy embers; dead in gray

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A broken heart; soul-sapping

Disenchanted, hurt; twas her first

Shot alas had missed its mark

Arrow was never hers to receive

Cupid's come to collect

Tonight, a soaked pillow; sad dreams

Love would someday find her here

Years to come, perhaps tomorrow.

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