Fashioned to a piercing Arrowhead… Don’t “tough-love” me! I’ve heard it said, A good whipping was proof he cared. I’ve knelt in confession to prepare For a switch lashing my behind, discipline—“for love” she piously chimed. Caring hearts don’t char their object of affection Or carry knives to slice away obsession Either love me tender, love me sweet; or speak honestly— you have no heart for me.