As I mocked around the lines of
Blake, Wordsworth and Shakespeare on Love
Cupid took revenge on me
The sense of love which I wish to have
Disappeared once it hits my head.
Cupid aims his arrow straight at hearts unguarded
Sent to her, it shattered upon its mark
Seeking for a chance to Appeal for my gaffe
At the court of love yearning for a chance to
Inscribe my name in his Sacred ledger of Love.