Cupid's Lover...

I find myself in a strange situation, like a puzzle written by the stars. They say you create longing, the blindfolded shooter who spends eternity connecting souls while your own heart stays locked away.

You lead the world’s symphonies, yet you listen to others’ music without ever hearing your own tune. How odd it is to be trapped by the one who holds the keys to every cage. I fell for you not because of a chance shot or because you called me with a silken bowstring. I fell for you because I noticed you when you weren’t looking. I saw the heavy load you carry, the weight of countless "forever" promises you weave for strangers. I saw you hesitate before you pull the string, a brief flash of empathy for the heartbreak your gifts might cause.

Your hands are rough from the silver wire, and those eyes that have witnessed every dawn of human love are weary. But when you look at me, the arrows stay in the quiver. With me, there’s no aim. There’s no target. There is only the calm of a world where you don’t have to be the god of love, but just a man caught in his own trap. They say you cannot love what you create, that you are just a vessel for feelings you are not allowed to have. Let them be wrong. Let them see that even the creator can live in the house he built. I do not want your magic. Keep your golden tips and leaden barbs; I need no charms when I have your shadow next to mine. You have spent ages ensuring everyone else found their paradise.

My darling, my beautiful shooter of the skies, please let me be the one who finally shows you that you deserve a home. You are the only thing in this universe that I never want to change, and the only thing I never had to seek. My heart was yours before you even drew the bow.