Me And My Arrow

Wishing stars know not who they are,
Nor that they are so lovely...
>(Trust me when I think out loud!)<
Woven in my dreams are visions of your eyes above me...
>(Please, tell me that you love me!)<
Stunning in your moonlit shroud,
You take my breathe away...
<(don't blink...)>
We bleeding hearts should (for a start)
have faith in lost control.
Time will find us holding hands. We share a common goal.

Hopelessly, these words bleed out...
Please, leave out all the rest...