Cupid De Locke

Cupid hath pulled back his sweetheart's bow to cast divine arrows into her soul
To grab her attention, swift and quick, or morrow the marrow of her bones be thick
With turpentine kisses and mistaken blows

See, the Devil may do as the Devil may care, he loves none sweeter as sweeter the dare
Her mouth the mischief he doth seek
Her heart the captive of which he speaks

So, note all ye lovers in love with the sound
Your world be shattered with nary a note of one Cupid's arrow under your coat

And in the land of star-crossed lovers and barren-hearted wanderers
Forever lost in forsaken missives and Satan's pull
We seek the unseekable, and we speak the unspeakable
Our hopes dead gathering dust to dust, in faith, in compassion and in love