|Is life all the more meaningful with love?
Does the "I hate the fucking rain" bemoans transform into "I will always love you" sentiments?
Does it mean changing faith to flower power?
Does it mean shifting allegiance to roses and Michael Bolton?
Does it mean swearing by the four letter word moment after moment?
Or is it indeed just a gross exageration of having had sold one's soul to Cupid?
Does Cupid's love potion have an expiry date?
Is his quiver really that miraculous?
Are his arrows tipped with thorns from roses?
Who gets to shoot Cupid?
Is there a Dr. Love for Cupid?
What if Cupid has a double life?
What if he die?
Who is the heir apparent?
I dread to know.