Dear Love

Why is a question that I've had so often
And one I've never heard an answer to
You sit up there
With your bow and arrow
And to me
You seem to shoot blindly
At least when it comes to this annoyed human

Is it a joke up there in your high heaven?
To mess with the lives of foolish mortals?
You look down at the fools
Wandering around lost
Wondering when it will strike
Asking for your little arrow
To finally strike true to the annoyed humans heart

Why is it that you are so quick to draw sometimes
Or so so slow to draw on others and make them wait?
Is it because you believe in love
Or you believe that one should wait?
Were you scorned and that is how you got the job?
Or were you offered because you lost
A bet and have to be a slave to annoying humans

Let your arrow fly!
Let it fly true!
Let it fly so it strikes another in the heart!
Let the heart match!
Let them be happy!
Please, strike soon at my friends heart and make them happy
This annoyed human is tired of hearing their moping!