Rhyming your name

Cupid picked up his bow,
Chose for us the perfect arrow
He meant to put on a show
So he aimed and we took the blow

Cupid was smiling with his hand on his bow
Cupid was so proud of his throw
And laughing from the first row,
He enjoyed the show

It was too good to be true, I know
We couldn’t let our love grow
We couldn’t just float with the flow
We couldn’t just lay low

To hell Cupid and his bow
To hell that perfect arrow
We decided to end the show
We decided to take the final bow

It’s time to finally let go
But Baby my words rhyme with your name wherever I go…

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