Cosmo, the Cupid of Love

With bowstring drawn back,
With arrow strong and still,
With hand grasped on bow, stiff and ready.

With eyes trained on target,
With time chose with care,
With seconds ticking by,
Before arrow is in flight.

Arrow strikes target, accurate and sure,
Weeping rain stops,
Sun warms Earth,
And love fills the air.

Arrow struck target,
Never to be doubted,
Once held by bow,
Once held by cupid.

To always be remembered,
To always be cherished,
He is the blossom of life,
Cosmo, the cupid of love.

-KittyLover8
© 2012