Arrow

I don't know when a point became an arrow

I do know it went straight through my own beating hearts center

Medical practices wonder at how it still beats, beats, beatz

I do too.

I wonder how being one still seems like two

One night, six months, just a dark void lacking any real meaning....least of all love.

So this predicament has me looking above; always seeking the wise sage of my true love, that Holy dove.