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Cupid Needs
His Aphrodite
I am merely
a boy like the cupid who flys by night,
Searching for my Aphrodite who insists on staying out of my sight.
There are many imitators, who have tried to be my hero,
But in the end, stab me with my own arrow.
Why they ruined my better tomorrow, i will never know.
My heart is inflames with sorrow, bleeding in pain,
For the lack of a united gain.
The stories have been written and read,
The only love is that in which i weep in bed,
The name i cry out for, only in my head.
Aphrodite, my true delight, why do you keep out of sight?
I wish to see you, i need to be with you.
Ladies break my heart, i should know better then to break apart.
But it is in my heart, to find a new love,
So that i may fly like the dove.
I have flown, but only briefly,
But i am hoping you can show me deeply.
I am new to this game, so i do not put any blame.
So if my Aphrodite is out there, dont be scared.
Write me a letter, so that i may feel better.
Tell me your name, so that i have another name,
to use against the pain,
In the rejoice of a greater gain.
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