Cupid de Locke
Cupid hath pulled back his sweetheart's bowTo cast divine arrows into her soulTo grab her attention swift and quickOr morrow the marrow of her bones be thickWith turpentine kisses and mistaken blows
See the devil may do as the devil may careHe loves none sweeter as sweeter the dareHer mouth the mischief he doth seekHer heart the captive of which he speaksSo note all ye lovers in love with the soundYour world be shattered with nary a noteOf one cupids arrow under your coat
And in the land of star crossed loversAnd barren hearted wanderersForever lost in forsaken missives and satan's pullWe seek the unseekable and we speak the unspeakableOur hopes dead gathering dust to dustIn faith, in compassion, and in love