but that doesn't stop a million players
in a million roles from saying their lines
on cue.
Cupid's aim is horrible and his bow bent.
More of a little devil than a little angel.
We know love is not like in the movies.
No serendipity.
No long-lost-reunited flames.
No kiss at the end that means they can be happy now.
No soul mates.
Yet when we watch these films,
we still think that with enough wishing,
we will all feel Cupid's arrow
and the world will be right.
We still feel the piercing blow of jealousy
in our Achilles heel
like when the birthday girl gets
the impractical gift of a pony,
ripe with a fluffy pink bow,
even though years later
the girl will be grown
and have to watch her pony die.
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