Cupid’s empty quiver (An ode for Valentines day)

                                 Cupid’s empty quiver

Oh you little archer

You have had a limited supply for me

Now as the time speeds and slips by

Arrows I see no more

Seeing the beautiful angels every day in every dream

The romance, the passion

Kindness from those little points you shoot

The mirror has only one reflection

That reveals the large emptiness behind us who see more

More sparks in the walking angels’ eyes

Heart in too much scarring to be broken

The passion hidden beneath

You little love soldier

Seems like in the secrets of romance

You decided to become a statue of what was

Denying hugs the sweetness of holding hands

A gleam of enchanting eyes

A lesser one of the throbbing heart

Butterflies in the stomach not missed

No arrow for the first kiss

Would curse you

Past loves is the ghosts

Of times of what was good

Develop some new missiles

Crafty you are wasting on the ones who treat it like yesterday’s poison

Dare you cupid take your best shot

One more that means more than of the echoes ago

Charmed I am sure

Laughter in the deluge of misery

Hope keeps the fire

So cupids keep the quiver empty

Love means more than what once was

Cupid’s empty quiver