Cu-pid is stu-pid.
He doesn’t aim straight. He shoots his arrow at the one you’re not interested in, not that fine one over there whose affection you seek.
His timing is off. He shows up when he wants to, not when you want him, need him or plead for him to.
He’s silently selective. Some people he never shoots at all.
He’s blind and you need him to see.
He’s mercurial. There are two of you but only shoots one of you despite having a quiver full of arrows.
He’s mischievous – playing games with our emotions like a “gangster of love.”*
He’s reckless – slinging arrows into unsuspecting hearts, paying no attention to whether they’ve already been claimed.
He’s deaf – he doesn’t hear your entreaties (or heed them either).
He teases; 
Cupid does what he damn well pleases!
He’s effective – there’s no ignoring his bidding when he’s shot straight into your heart.
Cupid is frustrating and amazing, scary and oh, so necessary.
Cupid is stupid except when he’s smart, as he was one fine day, six years ago. He flung arrows at two lonely and lovely people at the same time. We’ve been loving ever since.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Check out: Cupid: A Tale of Love and Desire by Julius Lester, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt 2007
* The Joker by Steve Miller Band (1973)