Semiprecious Elysian Fields

11. When dear Cupid came to my cussed town

When dear Cupid came to my cussed town,
He came to rescue the lovely you and I
From sensitizers of our Ernest dreams.
When dear Cupid came to my cussed town,
He took our ridiculous love story with him.

When dear Cupid came to my cussed town,
Immortal roses wilted like wild fire at night,
Making lovers break nearly fulfilled promises
And ended dreams of a fall from atop a cliff,
Knowing your hands wouldn't let me fall.

Oh girl! Let us have a smart conversation
Let us not embrace the visiting winds from Saturn,
Let us hunt down shooting stars while they sleep,
And let us end the game and then restart, for
We shall not walk the path of Caesar or Napoleon.

Let me make up a goofy bedtime story,
Where I am a handsome tall prince, and
You a flirty little mage walking on rainbows
That will devitalize my disguised dolour
And forget dear Cupid's disguised deviltry.

Look! Atop my heavenly body is a swage shirt
And beneath the swage shirt is an itchy skin
Beneath the itchy skin is a dainty pressure pot
Boiling with leeway in a room beneath my left chest
Overcooking the bleak vacuum of happiness away.

But what happens in my cussed town,
Benignly stays in my cussed town
Like Robin, ridiculously riding rolling rings
Tell them this goofy story, oh girl! Of the
Triumph of love outside a museum of pain.

When dear Cupid left my cussed town,
My heart rejoiced at the dearth of his love
And the rebirth of what the lovely you and I had,
Truthfully simple and agonizingly unending
Natural love from our God for the lovely you and I.