Becomes one with it. Will that archer send that arrow that desire plumetting into the depths of my own heart? Or will the archer miss only to have wasted an arrow so fine. Even worse perhaps, if the archer doesn’t miss with the intention of my heart, but aims for another. But it cannot be worse. For if the arrow I love has found a solid target, even a target that is not my own, then I can be satisfied in her choice. The woman is the archer and that arrow is her love. Let God guide that arrow lest it fall short and miss and lose its archer’s love.