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.
