How many times you shot the arrow
And how many times you pierced my heart through?
Every day and every moment, when my emotions stirred up and flew.
You put the quiver on your shoulders,
Directing your deep blue eyes upon my heart.
You let it go, letting the target hit smooth as a dart.
My soul exploding with the colors of the rainbow.
Everyday I see you there, standing with an arrow.
Precise and focused you let it go to the target… fast and narrow.