Cupid's bow

So I had a random spark of genius at four o'clock in the morning.
"Lips Like Cupid's bow" was my catcher line...

Your lips are like cupid's bow.
The arrow just missing my heart,
I dodge and hold my heart
You speak.
I fall head first, dazzled.
Your lips with that voice of an angel...
Sweet words.
My mind goes blank, my knees weak...
Succumbing to the words.
They dance, and swirl as a symphony around me
I sink... deeper, harder...
The world spins upside down.I dream.
Where am I?
I found myself in wonderland...
Is it real? Is it pretend?
I pluck the bud of the white rose
and to my surprise
The roses are painted white...
I scratch the petal and hues of pink and red appear.
The true meaning of the rose arises...
Is it true? Is it an illusion? Is this how I feel?
I'm slowly changing.
Be still my heart.
It may not be real just like this person in front of you...
Without a moment to think--with that smirk;
Those lips like cupid's bow fires again
Shot, straight through the heart...
You make me fall hard... hard for you.


It sounds like I fell in love, but who knows? I may try to deny the real cause