Cupid scatters arrows in the breeze,
careless of strays causing weak hearts to bleed,
he comes, goes, and does as he pleases.
Sending quick glances every which way—his aim is meant to mislead.
Cupid whispers delusions and sweet nothings
to those whose hearts are worn on their sleeve
leaving them wondering if love’s more than a secret fling,
tangling some hearts while nudging others to leave.
His teasings stain cheeks a scarlet maroon,
playful banter drawing smiles from stoic faces.
Stolen fries and hoodies make hearts balloon—
playful flirts end in warm embraces.
Cupid’s presence lingers like the giggles that he provoked,
leading to love that blooms under night’s dark cloak.