Bulls-eye and Archer
The skill full archer sought its target
So many to choose from
He desired only this one
When his arrows were shot
Bull’s eye it was!
Arrows exhausted
Barrel empty
He retreats to the mighty fort
Head down
Downcast eyes
Heart dismayed
Suddenly, his name is sung in a heavenly melody
He turns back in utter delight
The target comes to life!
In the image of his beloved
‘My arrows hoped to reach your heart,
yet little did I imagine this to manifest,’ says he.
‘Well, my chosen one,’ she sings,
‘Did you not see my eyes through the same bulls-eye?’
‘Verily I sought you first,
You were my target.’
‘All these years my gaze of love was on you!’
‘Only now you’ve turned My way!’
