Chris Matthews.

Cupid's Arrow.

 

Looking out over sun stroked trees,

See the birds that soar on high.

Feel the soothing of an evening breeze,

Catch their songs now as they fly.

 

See it pass, she calls it Sparrow.

I see it too, call it Cupid's arrow.

 

Feel the roar of the railroad track,

Hear the whistles as they zoom.

Hold me tight as I take you back,

To sit amid the floral bloom.

 

See it pass she calls it narrow.

I see it too, call it Cupid's arrow.

 

Know me now as I brush my hand,

Through wind blown, tangled hair.

No words we'll say, as here we'll stay,

Content without a care.

 

See it pass she calls it harrow,

I see it too, call it Cupid's arrow.

 

To hold my hand is my one wish,

And love me all the years.

Have this done and we'll lay as one,

There'll be no room for tears.

 

See it pass she'll call tomorrow,

I see it too call it Cupid's arrow.

 

©Chris Matthews.