Poetry

Cupid’s Bus Stop (#1030)

Underneath the morning sky,
Leaves and clouds are floating by,
In the quiet of the park,
I sit there listening to the lark,
Thoughts of you wonder with a sigh,
To my surprise, cupid stops by!
“What is a rose? Answer my task!”
A smile, “My lady love, why do you ask?”
“To see if your heart was true,
It is. It is.” He spoke as he flew into the blue,
I have no fear; I love her with all my heart,
She is my rose, the finest lady, and work of art.

Any Thoughts?

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