The Worries of Cupid

Oh, Cupid, the god of love divine,

Whose arrows pierce both yours and mine,

With bow in hand and wings unfurled,

You navigate this amorous world.

Yet, not all is bliss in your domain,

For love is not without its pain.

As you aim your arrows true,

Do you ever feel the same heartache too?

When lovers' quarrels fill the air,

Do you weep and tear your golden hair?

When passion wanes and love grows cold,

Do you feel lost in a story untold?

Oh, Cupid, sweet and tender youth,

Your search for love, eternal truth,

Is fraught with joy and sorrow's sting,

As you navigate on fragile wing.

So, next time you think love's unkind,

Remember even Cupid can be blind.

For in the tapestry of love's design,

We are all but mortal, seeking a sign.

Embrace the journey, the highs and lows,

For even Cupid, the god, only knows,

That love endures through trials untold,

And in the end, it's worth more than gold.