The Archer

What timid lamb discerns I am trustworthy, drawing near? What deer could hear my message clear, "There's no need for alarm"? What rabbit out of habit doesn't dash in mortal fear? What sigh could signify to butterfly, "My heart is warm"? What squirrel won't twirl and run when my one goal is to endear? What word, if heard by hummingbird conveys, "I mean no harm?" How do you spell the word to tell the woman you've dreamed of; that word of balm to soothe and calm the fears she dares not show? How would you try to say you'd die for her, whom you most love? How to persuade your doubt-filled maid, when still these ill winds blow into her mind? Grieving, you find your unrequited dove still sees in you an archer, who could wield a deadly bow.