Cupid, draw back your bow and let your arrow go
Straight to my lover's heart for me, for me
Cupid, please hear my cry and let your arrow fly
Straight to my lover's heart for me.
("Cupid," Sam Cooke)
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone. I hope your lovers (for better or for worse) are being sweet to you today. Cupid (that little cutie) shot an arrow my way. His aim was pretty good, too. And I mean that in the best way.
In honor of the occasion, how would you like to write love poems today? You can be as sappy as you wanna be, or as erudite and disciplined as you wish. You can write in sonnets, haiku, iambic pentameter, limerick, etc. Whatever style you choose, just remember that the topic is love.
I think I'll do a teensy haiku myself.
Hot is the color
of my true love's heart -
Supernova red. Y
The TWISTED LINGUISTICS cupid is throwing arrows and other projectiles at these Words Gone Wild.
manuscript that I've mal in - It's an eeeeee-vil book. Burn it!
I can't bare it - She won't take off her clothes.
Forgive me, but this batch just begs to become Story Time.
the pron business
regestered sex ofinder
I am so saddend to announce that my liesiban duaghter, formerly my girl child, the regestered sex ofinder whose lies I ban, has now entered the pron business. When I heard she did a dua scene, I re-rude-gestered. Pron me for a prude, but this is a sad end. Agh!
And that effectively put the kibosh on poor Cupid.
|Your Love Song Is|
You and Me by Lifehouse
"Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you"
For you, love is very intense and a little difficult to express.