My robin hood

Love through destruction,

Love through hope.

The love that never dies.

An arrow spins in the air,

Like a boomerang aimed for it's target.

A hooded figure stands,

As the bowman with wicked aim.

Their smile is like a gentle breeze.

They whisper,

Love is as free as my arrow.

Their back is turned,

I gasp,

The arrow as hit its mark.

My bordered up heart.