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Bent Arrows

Nothing in this world sets their fate
With all my red arrows quivered
Noses turned away at the bait
Even when their love’s delivered

A mystery for sure turns heads
When arrows fade into the void
Even shooting a measured spread
Hit their hearts or become unemployed

When Cupid or Eros are called
I arrive to spread new love there
Some came early having hearts walled
Now coming into new frontiers

Brick by brick their hearts started to show
Not wasting time hitting their mates
I stayed a while watching love grow
Noses turned towards their fates

© 2013 Michael Yost 06/22