Romanticism.
She arrived with golden wings
And knocked upon my door
I couldn’t wait to answer it
So I ran across the floor.
She asked if she could
come inside
And spend a little time,
I offered her a cup of tea
But from the tap
she poured some wine.
She asked me to come with her
And speak of love so true,
How she shoots her arrows
Into one heart that become two.
“On this special day” she said
A day for lovers’ young and old,
Golden arrows shoot
through the stars
Into homes around the globe.
“I have an excellent record
And do my work with care,
When my golden arrow
strikes one heart
It continues on from there”
When I awoke next morning
On my pillow I did weep,
The most precious
moment of my life
Was it a dream? Was I asleep?
I walked into the kitchen
Of my dream I couldn’t part,
Then I saw the note that said
I placed a Golden Arrow
Into your lonely heart.
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