Cupid's bow

A sweet stab from the Cupid’s bow
It doesn’t heal but it does grow
Cuddled and muddled healer I seek
Cause and cure you are for sure

Towed my strings for a enthralling song
In it I drown from dusk to dawn
All my prudence in an instant gone
Sprouted depression is today a storm

My autumn leaf is drawn by your breeze
Mirror betrays, my reflection is gone
All it depicts is me in you
All it portrays is you in me