but now
there's only disgrace
so he's squirming
on this couch
and hiding his face.
The session is almost over
as his time
is near
and the situation
is more dire
than it would ever appear.
There's simply not enough
arrows
to go around
for the many
who are lost
and will never be found.
Humanity really needs
this cherub
in wings
with the magical touch
that he always
brings
because love is a spark
that some of us
fail to ignite.
Love is a mystery
beyond
any insight.
Love is an intangible
so hard
to explain
with whatever way
the wind blows
as its familiar refrain.
Love is missing
the equation
of supply and demand.
Love takes it
direction
from his command.
The patient in question
suffers
terrible guilt.
He knows
the way
in which the human heart is built
as his sorrow
is genuine
and on psychiatric display.
Dear little Cupid
just saw the shrink
today!
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