By and by, the moment for love appears
Your tiara gleams, and your heart rewakes.

This scene calls for a splendid, subtle skill—
A surreal illusion that stirs the heart
Where novelty blooms, its dawn is dreamlike.

It's hard to capture the mood I carry,
Watching Cupid, imposing, impressive.

Perched on the windowsill, with gold arrows,
He brings blessings with quiet mastery.

His size, his wings, each detail shines so keen,
A triumph of beauty, a blithe relief.