I'm not for you

There was no rival in the heart but you The eye was intent on you Only you followed my passion He who knows the eye that the heart desires you Until the swarm drew near What you revived from the longing of the dead of your whim and No, I redeemed your captives If it comes, then the full moon is clear, and if it walks, then the branch is gone, and if it rings, then the rain is blessed by my eyes, so its torment is prolonged, and for you is a torment that has reaped bliss. Arrows fall and their removal is painful... 🎀