Arrows Upon My Heart
Swift archer, pain hast thou brought to thee
Fire in thine heart burns in pure anguish
Dost thou bring an end?
Surely thou hast compasion to end such misery
But thou dost not, Laughter is upon your lips
Dost mine eyes decieve me, thou is joyous
Pain in my heart brings thee joy
I beseech the, end my suffering
Reach forth from thine quiver
Draw again an arrow
Bring upon thee an end
Pierce thine heart completely
For my misery is of love
Love, unwanting dost not surely deserve such anguish
Finish the deed and be gone with thine self
Or leave me in my anguish to dwell
I say swift archer, where thee go?
Dost thou leave?
Leaving me in anguish?
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