Won't you be mine
Let your arrows run through
Inaccurate archer
If only you knew
How many volleys
From Cupid's bow flew

And scattered about
Their fortified mark
An impregnable fortress
Containing my heart
Besieged by the distance
That tears it apart

So silly baby
Come take your best shot
Come put a hole
In my unfulfilled plot
Empty your quiver
Forgetting me not

Yet missing each time
I run from your sights
Surpassing the perches
Of your greatest heights
Where love is as weightless
As heaven's white lights

And worlds of conceptions
And structures so tall
Are but specks on the surface
Of bricks in the wall
Which crumble to dust
When I rise above all