Above my head Cupid float,
shooting his arrows most remote.
Many miss their target,
some live in regret.
Others live in denial,
in recollection they can't compile.

Can you please write how you feel,
is love a joy and a thrill?
Many can't even write a love letter,
must less make love better.
Trying to put love in words,
should we call on the love birds?

Some say I love you,
next year they hate true .
Many don't even make it a year,
love becomes their worst fear.
Don't even put a pen in their hands,
there's not enough paper too,
write down all loves demands.

OnepoetGem