Give me a Torch

I feel I have Cupids wings.

Certainly try.

I put on my most nimble shoes.

Ya, they're still staked to the ground.

With lead.

Oh. That's not the point. You can bear the torch. Stalwart I guess. But your nimble soles leave me here. I really am staked to the ground.

I wasn't kidding.

Cupid left me without his wings.

I merely just watch.

Observe.

Unsuccessful myself, but

As you fly

Fly and love

Love and smile

I'll yell

"Whoa, watch out for that!"