Eros Flies Into His Arrow

I would never have stolen her

yearning I have known her will

where should I? No heart is

have I known peace knowing stillness

I have perfection since the beating

not known for the suffering drums

yearned of the day to come

for the day I come closer

sweet perfection here lied, yet I willed it on.

She did no wrong to anyone yet nurtured

was a lady in a fresh spin herself

a heavy love kindly mad will fast decay

runaway thing who retreats bursting mildly from thinking

spirit leaping loves right will emerge victorious I

ducking bullets herself when given opportune attitude and

from on high shooting time if only your

shrapnel fire above me retracts truly to love

bursts flying me through so I capitulate no more.

You baulk and do not chase my eye

look softly on this bewildered boy love shamed

yet moaning that for too too long you,

just you note the far far away echoing

as sound died after bouncing from her eyes

nobody close to effect the care eyes show

comes to me. Isolation, balls now like tears.