Swift is the arrow <br />from Cupid’s bow, <br />where it will fly, <br />nobody knows. <br />Will it land in you, <br />or will it land in me? <br />No one will see it, <br />until it is there. <br />The world will then notice, <br />the love in their eyes, <br />and Cupid will smile <br />as he watches from high <br />at our antics below. <br />Then he will take another <br />arrow from his quiver <br />and again it will fly <br />as he sits there <br />smiling from on high.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cupid-smiles/
