Cupid De Locke

                                  cupid hath pulled back hi sweetheart's bow
                                     to cast divine arrows into her soul
                                    to grab her attention swift and quick
                                  or morrow the marrow of her bones be thick
                                  with turpentine kisses and mistaken blows
                                  see the devil may do as the devil may care
                                  he loves none sweeter as sweeter the dare
                                    her mouth the mischief he doth seek
                                   her heart the captive of which he speaks
                                  so note all ye lovers in love with the sound
                                   your world be shattered with nary a note
                                    of one cupids arrow under your coat
                                    and in the land of star crossed lovers
                                      and barren hearted wanderers
                                forever lost in forsaken missives and satan's pull
                              we seek the unseekable and we speak the unspeakable
                                    our hopes dead gathering dust to dust
                                     in faith, in compassion, and in love