Cupid. September 4, 2012 by @DarwinBlake Leave a comment He comes along with little arrows. He aims and fires. And true love blossoms. Birds they chirp. And lovers kiss. The Angels sing. His gift is good. His aim is true. One day he will be after you. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: @DarwinBlake The Almost Famous Author.