Here is a poem
To a boy or a girl
A specific archer
Or maybe a plain Sport player

What is love?
Is it everyone must have?
In different thoughts
And different genre,
How can I explain?
How do I begin?

In the Archery of Love
There’s a bow and an arrow we must have
And here’s the target face
A mind and soul based

In this game you choose
To be the Archer
Or the target face

When your lover is the Archer
He / She can hit you
Bull’s eye!
The feeling of love
Can already make you fly.

But remember
Archery is a game
At the end
He / She will get the arrow
That hit you awhile ago

You can feel the pain
It’s end of the game
Archery of Love is just a game
So stop crying