Jenny's Mr. Cupid Poem by Dona Jean

Jenny's Mr. Cupid



Mr. Cupid it's not the time,
This fragile heart must know to rhyme;
It's not prepared to be stolen,
Though it was afraid to be broken.

Mr. Cupid, you must fin the guy,
Who's love for me will never die.
Shoot him with your playful arrow,
So he'll love me like no tomorrow.

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Dona Jean

Dona Jean

Silay City, Negros occidental
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