The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

"The Pressure of the Moment," by Dara Wier

The pressure of the moment can cause someone to kill
  someone or something

The leniency of consideration might treat with more
  kindness

Which is to be desired. Or at least often to be desired.

But if my house is on fire and you notice, I wish you would
  kill

That fire. But if my hair is on fire, while I'm sure
  you'll be enjoying

The spectacle of it, act quickly or don't act at all. But
  if a sudden

Jarring of us all out of existence is eminent, do
  something.

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