Love's Arrow (sappy poem written ages ago to my first true love)
if love is a game then it is a game
for archers
like cupid and Apollo and archer
must be to win at love
swift and true the arrow soars to
the lover's heart
but who was I to take the shot and
lose at love again
with my arrows of dreams and a bow
made of fears
my arrows fly slow and the target,
her heart is missed
but there she stands, so pure and
true
not moving but waiting for me to
take the chance
but what if I should miss again
only in error will I learn
with pain I grow stronger
in time I will hit my mark
this must be the time
oh God let the winds be calm and my
hands be steady
let my eyes not stray and my heart
be still
as I draw back my bow and let my
love's arrow fly!