CUPID
Can you believe the
skill that puts a probe on Eros 190 million miles in space?
Or the GPS that finds
you within an inch of any given place?
Yet, when it really
counts, when love must do its part,
Cupid uses only a bow
and arrow to find a romantic heart.
In a sea of missed
encounters, how does a single arrow find its mark?
There's no laser to
guide it through the cold or cynic's dark.
Is it a shaft of
graphite or a flowered or candied head?
Is it the bow or the
strength of the archer instead?
Maybe the string when
drawn back and the bow fully bent,
Guides Cupid's
calling card that forces all to relent.
Maybe it's the
alignment of the feathers
To push through all
manner of nonromantic weather.
Actually, it is so
simple and not really that mysterious or even that profound.
What is needed to
prevent the arrow from missing and falling wasted upon the ground?
Only this, to make
Cupid's arrow run swift, lasting and true,
Words truly meant and
soft spoken, "Valentine, I love only you."
Michael P. Ridley aka
the Alaskanpoet
©February 14, 2001
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