On the wall of a shop,these Cupid twins smile lustily, with a trace of the Devil in their expressions.

Cupids are often cherubs with smiling faces, flowing blond hair,rotund bodies. They fly in the air with ease and are particularly in evidence in palace gardens where men and women socialized in times past, held heart to heart talks on shaded benches and exchanged beautifully penned letters.

In this shop, the twins share one arrow and a common purpose – to release their arrow into unsuspecting humans and send them into the tizzies and trifles of love.

Poets, from Shakespeare to William Carlos Williams, extol the virtues, joy, pitfalls and pratfalls of love, a human condition celebrated on Valentine’s Day with flowers, cards, gifts, fond words, grand gestures.

None are immune from Cupid’s arrows and these grinning faces already have plans for this evening when they will fly out a partially opened window, buzz the town, and find victims.

Once shot by an arrow the results are not fatal, but wounded lovers sometimes yearn for death instead of living with the pangs of love.

Love and lust have little in common but they often bump each other in the night.

 

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