Cupid wanted to Shoot Himself

That night I never looked at the room with so much pain, my heart was torn and could not bare the pain. As one tear made its way from my cheek to the unstable high bar table, a reflection of her was so very clear, I thought she was on a channel from cable. The room started to move slowly and I heard water coming down from a rock formation. There she was, failed to remember my current problems, behold, the greatest woman of all creation.

In the corner, I saw a vision but I couldn't believe my eyes and maybe it was too much liquid from the brown barrow. This man must be crazy, it was Cupid, trying to shoot himself with his own arrow. I wipe my eyes again to see if the reception came across twice. Then I shook my head, couldn't blame Cupid, for this women was beyond nice.

From the curly rolls in her hair, to the dress that she wears; I had to think of something quick before I get lost in a endless stare. She made her move gracefully across the room to the highchair and placed her phone over the menu. My approach started constructing in my head, still not over the fact that she is the finest women in all of this venue.

Had to be unique and not too aggressive, but somewhat settle. This woman was wonderful and could melt the snow and didn't need a shovel. Told the bartender to send her a drink! The message had to be clear and quick, something that would establish her thoughts with the welcoming vibe and something that would get her to think. Told the bartender to send her a drink with a note of the napkin. Meanwhile, Cupid was straining to shoot himself as his wings were quickly flappin'

So there she sat, with not a care in the world! I'm waiting calmly, perfect time for the drink to arrive, so I can make a plea and explain why she should be my girl. She smiled at me to thank me for the drink. Now my eyes were locked on her and I couldn't take a blink. My walk toward her seem like a long and joyful magnificent mile. I knew that she would take liking to my chosen smooth approach and style.

She spoke to me and said "Hi", and I responded by telling her the math is not making sense! She was far beyond a "ten" and had everyone in the room in suspense. She replied, "Are you a math teacher?", and I told her "Not the least, but I'm here for satisfaction and to give your heart joy, love and peace!" She smiled again and stated, "You're one of those smooth talking gentlemen with no end?" I said, "Sit back pretty lady, and enjoy the ride as the love transition slowly begins!"

Cupid, still in the corner trying to shoot himself! I handed him a glass and told him to relax, because I'm going to handle this all by myself. Cupid got upset, but saw the look on my face. He then apologized and mentioned her lovely ways and explained why he wanted to shoot himself in the face. I said, "Watch this Cupid, Imma bout to set it off on center stage!" I made way toward the mic and reached for a poem out of my jacket and there it was, a wrinkled page.

Read to the lady with all attention upon me! Opened up by saying she was the most wonderful woman that our history has ever lain eyes upon and even made the blind man see. The movement of her ways gave peace to all the nations. It was almost like the President speaking, she interrupted every broadcasting station. Did I fail to tell you what the Sun did on the very next day? Yes, even the Sun stopped shining just for a moment to marvel and see what everyone was talking about, just to admire her ways!