The Tardy Cherub

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.



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