Cupid Needs Glasses

Oh, Cupid dear, you’ve lost your sight,

Your arrows land left, when they should go right.

You struck my heart, but missed my brain,

Now I love someone who drives me insane!

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His jokes are bad, his socks don’t match,

He burns the toast but loves the batch.

He sings off-key, yet sings so proud,

Like a cat in pain—but twice as loud.

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And me? Oh, don’t you start!

I snore so loud I shake his heart.

I steal the sheets, I talk in dreams,

I hoard my snacks—and hide the creams.

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Yet here we stand, hand in hand,

A mismatched but devoted band.

For love is blind—or slightly blurred,

And Cupid aims like an awkward bird.

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So here’s to quirks and flaws galore,

To loving more and judging less—

For if Cupid had 20/20 sight,

Would love still be this much of a mess?