Cupid’s mischief

Woman! What art thou? A mystery! An enigma! A symbol! You are a mission a man maketh A sense of possession that he loveth The poor man haseth lost The wooing doth failed The other men that thou lureth Have fascinations for another People in circles runneth The love that each one seeketh Fascination still stands above love Cupid the mischief that he playeth The years still passeth Cupid will still do the trick Wonder how many types of arrows he carryeth Some for love! Some for the arranged!