Discouraging Eros

O Seraph of the Bow
Shooting hearts with your arrows,
But from their points I guard my coeur
Sans amour forever more.
In your victims you infuse
Affinities but I refuse
To fall upon your arrows' ends
Against your pricks I shall defend.
So heed my words Venutian Child
This mortal heart you can't beguile
To feel emotion anchored by trust
For it desires only pure lust
So my request, yes firm, but just,
Shall always be a focused must.