Her and I Walking In Love.....

We use to play together, her,Cupid, and I on Cupids mothers harp.
Trying to find the right melody to someone's heart.
We went together to all the hearts that cried for love.
Working together in hearts, attending happiness, and joyful times.
Studying all the feelings of love, and which arrows we would use to shoot hearts with.
All this created a bond that was to survive the years of pain and hurt that our hearts would endure.

Love reveals its self more and more clearly for us.
It gave us elevated strength- the experience.
The final experience when one veil after another is torn away.
When her love shines for me ever so bright- and one day the moment will come when I am directly imbued.
In brightest purity, with her divinity, she is the comfort of my soul, which searches, cries for love.

After a brief shower, we witnessed a rainbow arching its shining colors peacefully above our hearts.
We walked all day looking for cupid, through pain, teas and loneliness.
The day was becoming gloomy and the heavens tearful.
My heart, however, was jubilant.
I spent the day with the one I love.
When the night fell, thte skies shed bitter tears, but I wondered with her along this rainbow.

"Cupid" there, quiver reversed, bow broken,
holdin a broken heart.
See how sadly he walks, poor child, wings drooping,
how he beats at his bared breast,
how the tears rain down on his hair, now lying all tangled,
about is throat, and his mouth's a loud O of grief,
thus he looked, when he put my broken heart to the grave.

I knew the moment I opened her heart that everything would change.
Love was in there.
It apparently sensed my presence and started beating fast.
My gaze was drawn to the beautiful things inside.
It was different somehow.
I moved slowly as I came closer to it, as if time ceasewd to exist.
This heart knows, I thought, it knows me as Cupid knows me.