Cupids Arrow revised

Including the possessive apostrophe in the title the first time I submitted this poem caused a technical glitch that made it difficult for people to post critiques--some got in; others got theirs in under the poem name Cupid that had the author "unknown". But now I can also fix the formatting errors. I'll be gradually working to cut and paste the wonderful, helpful, and even humorous comments that all you sincere and highly respected readers wrote about this poem. I truly had no idea how it would be received. Thank you, all! Cupid’s Arrow Cupid’s so cute: his little bum sticks out, and he’s all wrapped up in smiles, valentines, and lace; And his little bow and arrow look so tiny, so harmless, even inviting; But the little devil caught me by surprise and shot me in the heart With no regard for reality or consequence. I have to get this thing out, but arrows have a nasty design: To try to take one out is very messy and very painful. Open heart surgery would be best, but there’s no surgeon here so I’ll do it myself. I get a sterilized knife and a rib spreader and make the cuts. It’s not going well. I’m no surgeon, and it’s difficult to operate on yourself. The damn thing just won’t come out— it’s in too deep. Now I’m in trouble, and it’s all a bloody mess. Help.