Hunting Love Poem by The Jester

To fall in love as easily
As winter turns to spring
I start to dread the moment when
My heart begins to sing.
I stand at mark alone again
The arrows all around
And though I am but small and far
None lay upon the ground.
It does not stay, as well it should,
Unnoticed deep inside
But bursts apart my reasoning
A crimson, surging tide.
So I sit, and hold my head
And though my soul, it cries
I am content to watch the world
With longing in my eyes.