She's hiding under it.
Hard man.
Give it your best shot.
You know that you won't.
Woman you sit and you shiver.
Remove your arrow from it's quiver.
Aim hard and fast into his heart.
A spot of story starting.
And now my darling.
We are parting.
Now you can't run and hide.
She can't decide whether to shoot you or kiss you.
If you weren't there.
Good grief, she'd miss you.
From her silk bow flew an arrow, missed you darling, hit a sparrow.
This is just a little fun.
Silly tale started, nearly done.
She doesn't shoot her lover.
Never ever would.
Never aims at birds, men or bees.
Ignore these ridiculous words if you please.
Just another phenomena.
Another stupid bit of words.
(c)Livvi