Cupid's dart

He was a slave to her heart
For Cupid had well placed his dart
What else could he do
But play his intended part

As if now a total marionnette
Despised her mind, loved the sex
He no longer had control, all was fixed and set
So the game of love is a roulette
You win, you lose, place your bet

But if you are not ready for this high stake game
Keep your marbles and stay away from the dames.