Cupid Rests Picture
Had he ever let so many arrows fly? Even in this troubled world of mortals, had so many ever felt the agony and ecstasy caused by the stinging of his magical darts? He had stopped reaching into his quiver only when his arm no longer had enough strength to again pull back his bow string. Only then did the little god lay his tired head upon the pillow and succumb to pleasant dreams of what havoc he could bring on another day.