There's a beautifire burning with no rule

The watchful-rain is a hopeless pool

Where's Cupid, this is something he must see?

It's all his cull'ens of a masterpiece

Man is her oxygen, and the woman is his heat

For heavens azure, awaken Cupid from sleep

Find him, find him, he's somewhere in the palace

On return bring Bacchus wine, and us a chalice

In ancient  times ago I’ve conquered such tasks

Now, hurry my servant retrieve Cupid and flask

The servant ran through all the quarters’

Royal is the word, she followed orders

Out of breath she found him in the garden

She said, Sir Cupid, I ask for a pardon

Awake from sleep, you cut the mold deep

Even this woman’s rose magik, must you see

This man is a poet prince, really: Prince Soul

No other equal has ever kept her hold

He awoke with such, such a happy delight

Wing speed he flew to the balcony for sight

He looked at Psyche; what have I done?

She said, my love don’t you don’t remember ?

Nowadays you use an automatic gun

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WordSlinger & Madelynn was air lifted

to Loveland Hospital for sever love lesions

Love happens quick, quick, sweet, and fast

Cupid said, Psyche, pass around the flask