The Archer

Who is the archer who directs the arrow to my heart?
The archer of memories, longing for those feelings to return
Wrapped in a disguise of forlonging but sadly memories burn
The archer of cupid, a new pure love.
Happiness and love born to fly and grow like a new baby dove
Or the archer of the fool. The one who will only inflict pain and leave you naked and exposed. To endure only sorrow and loneliness once more
When the arrow points, do not close your eyes. Be no ones fool.
Become the archer not the heart
Open but controlled, but never anyones fool