The Arrow Travels Straight Poem by Mark Heathcote

The arrow travels straight
It doesn't ever circle in my mind
Darling, will you reciprocate
My love, because I'm inclined

To love you forever more
Just as straight as an arrow
That never wavers for sure
Just as straight as an arrow

Darling, that never curves
Is how I plan to love you?
Enter your heart, immersed.
A root in a seed I'll undo

All you're postponing - put on hold:
I'll come and splice your heart
If you'd but champion me your stronghold
With a token ribbon, your sir Lancelot, brave Bernhardt.

Mine Lance would take on all dragons.
And even though I give you your liberty
And set you free
You'd fall in love with only me.