Today I witnessed the union of my beloved sister and her beau.
And there was Cupid reminding me of his magical arrow and bow.
I just happen to get jealous for a minute,
Thinking how my heart will be hit
By someone who’ll
See my pieces as a whole;
By someone who I want
To accept my already tattooed heart,
Broken by hopes and promises,
Beating dreams of passionate kisses.
But I think Cupid’s too engaged
To calculate, measure and gauge
The heart of those who are more shattered than mine
The heart of those drowned and battered in those bottles of wine.
Or maybe he’s just too busy
Searching, finding “that” fish in the sea
For he’s obedient who listened well to God
So he keeps waiting for that fish to bite his fishing rod.
He’s using fishing rod, not.
For he’s one of those gods who vey well know
Whom I pray for a golden arrow and a silvery bow
To shot that someone who
I’ll be proud to call my boo
He knows I want someone who
Who’ll saturate my raging hue
He is that someone who’ll fancy
The universe in my eyes,
The dreams that shine,
The passion inside,
The truth I barely hide,
The hurts that subside,
The pains in my fine,
That in my eyes, a lot coincide
But he’ll still look at me for I am his pride.
And yes I am searching for him
In the brightest of light and in the darkest dim
So God, calm my curious and impatient heart
For I know Cupid’ll be exhausted for the challenge you and I gave is hard.