Timid Fascination (Wounded Heart)

I, a skillful hunter seek the shy reclusive doe.

Lying in wait that I may pierce her suddenly

with an arrow from Cupid’s bow.

Beneath the sheltering trees occasionally I behold her reposing

gazing at her reflection in the watery sky.

Then I wonder if it’s for love of me that she’s pining.

As her teardrops dapple the grateful roses, which sigh.

The songbirds perch above with restless wings

living to serve only her.

As they bring rich and luscious fruits in abundance

causing the taste buds of her heart to stir.

Then I see my chance, and as I aim and shoot

she leaps clear of my shaft with graceful ease.

Turning back she gives me a carefree, inviting glance

then disappears into the shadows beyond the trees.

Her movements are so fluid like water in motion

each step she takes is sweet music divine.

Causing the soul of all creation to rejoice in my love’s presence

with visions of her beauty that transcend the sublime.