Love Poems a40-a42

a40: Cupid's aim is still pretty good.

a41: My eyes are hurting because I can't see you. My arms are empty because I can't hold you. My lips are cold because I can't kiss you but. My heart is breaking because I'm not with
you.

a42: Whenever I miss You,
Whenever I miss You, Stars fall down from the sky.
So any day if you find the sky empty, don't blame me!
It's all your fault; You made me miss you so much!