By Chris Smith Aeroscouts@aol.com
Date: 26 June 1998
My Jouney to Cupid
Cupid is a sneaky little fellow and he works in mysterious ways. Ethics and
morals are not of his concern. Yet somehow when he gets you, damn he gets you where it is impossible to ignore.
For some reason I ave found women are more prone to Cupid's arrows. I think
this is because more women believe in Love. And unfortunately for men more women know what love really is. In today's world men say "I love you" and they don't even realize what they are saying. So how can they mean it. They have no concept of what love is or how to express it. These words have become generic. The shame of that is, these words are the most powerful words in the universe, "I LOVE YOU!"
My Jouney to Cupid
He flew around so gracefully,
I could not have believed him human.
And so he was not.
I was humid, yet not hot just warm.
The sun was not quite over the mountains,
yet, it would be a bright day.
I walked along the path that I had been told.
Which lead to the center of a garden.
The 'Garden of Hearts', where he could be found.
With wings of gold, and a bow of ivory,
and a quiver full of arrows, made from desire.
The wind started to blow slightly,
And he floated down to me on the breeze.
I was surprised he knew my name,
and knew it well he did.
Also of the reason I had traveled so far.
The way he said her name...
I knew there was no other could ever compare.
And while he described her,
I thought I would go crazy.
Long hair of such sweet essence.
Pure eyes so warm and full of truth.
Skin so soft it melts the touch of even angry hands.
Lips that cannot be described.
So he knew of the problem that I faced.
That I must be apart from beauty,
on that love filled day in February.
Of how this separation did burn my heart.
and bring my mournful love to tears.
So this question he did ask me.
A sort of riddle you might say.
Though the answer he did know,
it was the meaning of the answer he meant for me.
This heart warming day that you must be apart,
who did say it was the day of heart felt love?
And were there no distance between she and you,
would you love her any more?
On that day that carries not the name of love,
would you tell me you love her less?
Of the first question, I could not say.
About the second, my answer no.
And no, the reply of the third.
so what does it matter he asked,
if you will be with her on the day of next?
He was wise this one called Cupid.
Of the ways of deepest emotion he was no stupid.
Now my journey was nearing an end,
I was still saddened by the unknowing of one thing.
pertaining to these things we have spoken.
How will she know, how will she understand?
I love her so...
I knew he would not answer,
His job was finished now.
I plucked a Rose whose throns did prick me.
My life fell slowly to the soft earth.
I knew when it hit, it was for my love,
the price that I did pay.
From that spot my soul did hit,
another Rose sprang into being.
So then I walked my journey over.
I though I heard her voice,
from that very place, where I had stood,
to get the advice of love from Cupid.
Then his voice I did hear,
to myself I laughed, and walked on.
He had said, "Oh, dear God! Here we go again!"
Written By
Chris Smith
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