Open Season Poem by Jeremy Whiting

It's open season on a roaming heart.
Looking for one tranquilizer dart.
One shot from you brings me to rest,
You are the one who calms me best

I hope you're out there, on the prowl,
I hope you hear my love sick growl.
I'll make it easy for you, come and find me.
Aim your gun, SHOOT! and set me free.

Open season once again has passed.
And yet I cant find my one, my last.
What can I do to make it easy?
One shot from you is all that can please me.