Darling, dear, speak slower now,
For less well known than this
fly daggers, spears, and swords of strife
that lie within my kiss.

The stranger loves that you have poured
do wisp and linger still;
no love there for my throwing star eyes
and their desire to ****.

For targets in isolation do
in solid stature stay,
but hearts like yours-so seldom found-
easily flit away.

So friendship's bars I will obey,
my armor I will down,
it's harder than ever to look at you
but now you're safe and sound.