Wings of white and eyes blue like heavens bright,
Mysterious angel of tomorrows must,
Little cherub, passionate and destined for comminute and the wondrous lust
Search for the one you want,
Aimed towards both loved unknown sight

Bending gently the bow, soothing the distance with arrowed love and butterfly glow
You’re mine now, affection haste,
Stutter not the hesitant doubt
Stow me the wait, before my ache hurls to yet another dire strait

Sting the meek and blazed by celestial deity,
The cupid awaits another seek
Hibernate the cupid of love;
Descend the truth and revive the hearts of humbled ones

Fairy stills stare the night,
Stay awake and yonder the silent whisper of elytra delight
Enfant grown from eternal adult right,
Believe the cupid in all its power and might

Floating the river shore alight, resting in tonguing together towards endless plight
Yet, not known are the scorn assembled,
Soaked and betrothed,
Trembled by fear and froth
Tomorrow stills the darkened erect,

Unleashed by sudden sloth
Cupid thus; another’s weeping cloth,
Stroked and perused the newly loved,
Circled by nature and mother’s crud,
The newborn awaits the versioned path
Uncontained desire and horizon’s blithe

Mysterious angel of tomorrows must, ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Retained through command, the cupid wonders again the festive wand
Ageless yet of old, sued ness in search for another requested bliss
Stung by cupid’s arrow of lust, always affront, lest they shiver, and never miss