Cupid’s long bow sht a firece arrow
Hit the window of my little burrow.
The little burrow down deep in my heart
Without any smoke, burned to the end bright
The most unlucky lover can not guess
Love and desperation that I possess
Believe it or not, try if you want
It’s not enough, the best poetry art
I am searching a way to make her mine
Far away over the horizon line
I want to jump down from the highest heel
Because she will never know what I feel
Don’t want to wake up, its horrbily real
And this scar will never, ever heal.
