A conversation with Cupid

A conversation with Cupid

Cupid:

Oh, friend,

What's wrong with you today?

 You seem in decay

 Beyond any possible mend?

Friend:

Cupid, oh cupid!

What have you done to me!

You have made me feel so morbid

With your shot, so pointy!

Cupid:

You love someone tender

Don't you?

May I act as an advice-lender

To comfort you?

Friend:

She is so beautiful, to my eyes

I cannot hope to get anywhere near her

As my heart cries

I feel such a paralysis, kind sir

Why, Cupid, oh why!

Why must I be so different?

Why must I be surrounded by others who lie?

Why can I not jump, like others, in the social current

Cupid:

The Fates have not been kind to you, have they?

Yet I know of your difference

It happens to everyone to lay

Within the somber flow of social penitence

Friend:

I befriended her, the fair one

Yet I cannot speak to her

Through fear of having failure have me done

And have us stay as we were

Cupid:

I know what you live

The burden you must bear

The fact you're not the common olive

And the hardships you must tear

As for shyness, I cannot help you

However if it may uplift you

The prize of going through you pain

Is an immense gain

Friend:

I love her so

I love her so!

Yet I cannot get there

Because of the burden I must bear!

Cupid:

Your disabilty won't stop you

However, you must learn to bring it under your wing

I've shot many people with my golden bow who have your problem, too

Yet, with it, you may sing

Friend:

I've suffered much, Cupid

I've never asked for anything

But to swim in waters more limpid

And yet, with me my burden I still bring

Cupid:

The girl you wish to be by is an excellent choice

Might I say

She's one of the rare one who may perceive your inner voice

If you ever get there, have a good time with her, I pray

Friend:

You aim well

You've hit me with stunning power

I'm having a crush beyond anything I can tell

And it is only the beginning of the blooming of this flower

Cupid:

May it bloom bright and big, my good friend

And of its sweet dew, may you delect 

I see your heart is able to mend

Further than anything I can expect

Friend:

Thank you, noble Son of Love

You have lifted once again my spirits

I will let it fly, the sweet dove

And with it, I will also better my spirits

Cupid:

You know, my double-shots always hit one person

However not always the other

I have configured my arrows' feather

To let mortals control it, and maybe hit their special person

If you need help with controlling that arrow

Go speak with Venus, my mother

She can help you make it barrow

In the person whom which you wish to make your lover!