Message of Love

As I stare out

into the late, 

evening sky,

starry snowflakes

 gather to meet

  tired eyes.

They huddle together

to make sure I see

the message of love

they've so carefully

drawn for me.

The Triumph of Galatea by Raphael

For,
in a few hours,

Cupid's arrows will

fall like shooting stars

to enamour all those

who aren't enamoured so far!

 

I, intend to stay indoors,

having been pierced

by his amour arrow before,

and though I'm recuperating,

I still feel quite sore, 
so I'd better not
 take any chances.