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Skilled archer, your arrow found its mark.
It pierced my unsuspecting heart
and left it bleeding there.
Deceiving cherub, you sent the pangs
of love into my breast:
an agony that I must bear.
No sword can penetrate my armor.
No adversary do I fear.
But deep inside this tortured soul
how fragile is my shield.
Your tiny arrow pricks my heart
and causes it to yield.
I fight with all my strength
to keep from falling
as many helpless mortals fell before.
You draw your bow and I quiver.
I cannot tell you why
for in my heart, my greater fear
is that you'll pass me by.
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Rinald Steketee
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