You aimlessly shot an arrow in the night
Lifting your craftsman bow to the stars
In a fleeting arch it stung me
Like a curious wasp in the spring
There was no pain in my shoulders
Where the arrow had found its owner
A tidal wave of infatuation rushed over my being
A hunger of devotion tickled at my lips
You were my modern Romeo
And I your Juliet
I watched you from the corners
And observed reticent as you looked
You were searching for your arrow
For you didn't know it belonged to me
I gulped my obsession and faced you
Ready for your adulation
But when I spoke and explained the star-crossed night
You threw the arrow in my face
Telling me your lust filled arrow
Could never have landed on me
I waited so long for your amour
Instead I was in possession of your animosity