Cupid's Arrow

Twang!
Phizzzzzzz!
Flying thru the air,
Wind could be blowing; it flies without a care.
Dodges him,
Dodges him,
Dodges him,
And a bunch of other men by a margin so slim!
As if it had eyes,
On its target it settles.

No idea it is coming.
Upon striking me,
Heart immediately starts drumming.
Emotions are slave to another master.
Realization sets in realizing heart Beating even faster!
Participant in an event that is not common,
Somewhere, with a smile on his face, Cupid is hummin’.
The distance between love and me is now less like, and is like,
to be struck by Cupid’s arrow!

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive