Bullseye

I could not guess yours
Besides past experience
Prohibits that call

So instead here's mine
God has set out the target
I loose the arrow

The four winds held back
Death numbers his citizens
Until none are left

The pair of us dream
By what means does one count man
One simply, cannot

If I am lucky
Father Son and Holy Spirit
Would declare us mates

But what of the eye?

She laid her mark oh so swift
Hers and hers alone

She had every right
In love we do not decide
We ride or tarry

Her last is the last
Both in number and by name
Fox feet, perfect lips

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