These arrows you shoot, of love
Sharp tips, emit sparks of poison
On hands, fumbling with rules
Sharp tips, drip drops of honey
On a heart, keeping its smile
These arrows you shoot, of love
Care not for holding flags, of virtue
Care not for wearing rags, of wrong
Flags of pride, become rags
Rags washed, become not flags
These arrows you shoot, of love
Care not for speaking truths, wise
Care not for losing lies, of pretence
Truths worn rigid, become lies
Lies undressed, bring no truths
These arrows you shoot, of love
Care not for thick muscles, of action
Care not for rusty layers, of sloth
Muscles unused, become rust
Rust scraped off, make not muscles
These arrows you shoot, of love
Care not for words, spoken sweet
Care not for silence, held dormant
Words unfelt, become silence
Silence shaken, creates no words
These arrows you shoot, of love
Care not for forms or shape
Care not for time or distance
These arrows, bring a love
timeless, formless, eternal
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