Cupid's Bow

From above an angel watched,

In his bow an arrow notched,

Posed as if to let it fly,

Instruments of Love on high.

Down below, two hearts that beat,

Alone, apart, are meant to meet.

When they do, when time is right,

The arrow flies into the night.

Two hearts pierced and joined by Love,

Their union blessed from up above.

Side by side, they take their place,

As a smile crosses Cupid's face.

Paul Allen Rice