Quest
Awry
Valentine’s
Day’s our praise to the lord, hallelujah hooray!
No
matter what they say
Lord
of love Cupid, with his arrows always on the way
No
knowing where they’ll land and they make you cry that day
From
happiness or sadness love is that madness
We
lose touch with reality and emotion becomes finality
Valentine
that saint is also chocolate’s praise
That
soothing nectar which seduces into love’s laissez-faire phase
Cacao
stupor lets you view everything as super
A
flowing rosy glow from Cupid’s garden of posies
But
alas, thorns from that red flower will scratch and muss
What
would love be without that cuss?
But
we push on for moments of passion
It’s
Eldorado as well as Cupid’s mission
And
that cherub is a demon babe
Shoots
when he ought not and cares naught where it lands
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