The Target I Missed

Walking down memory lane,
All I see is a target in front of me,
The comb of the Roman Goddess Venus.

A bow in one,
An arrow in another.

Took aim,
Fired it,
Pierced through the crowd,
Through the hearts of many,
Before heading for it.

OH!
But I missed it.
I missed you.




Copyright © 2007.
Written by Emmanuel Joseph Victor (2007).
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