I love to watch the lovers love

As I do sit up high above

And my arrow hits its mark

Not to kill but create a spark

And from the fire that does burn

A gentle humming starts to churn

Inside both woman and the gent

Until it fades loves last lament

And so it doesn't last a while

For human hearts are filled with guile

And back to perch I do ascend

To loose my arrow once again.