He watched me that night.
Sat with his attentive stare.
In his toga and wings of white,
Picking his target with great care.
It was me he chose,
Pulling back his bow string and releasing that arrow my way.
I caught a glimpse of you, with beauty that no prose
Could begin to portray.
And as we began to talk I became speechless,
Struck down with awe.
Who is this girl who outshines any goddess?
With eyes that capture your
Soul, and words that do much the same.
I'm overjoyed that he did
Pick me. And for how I feel he's to blame...
Thank you Cupid.
