I know I may be misguided but then again so are missiles when they are disguised as flying straight from Cupid’s bow. Did you really sell me violence and then tell me it was love? Did you really try weaponise two hearts finding each other? Or co-opt the bitter(sweet) agony of falling in love? Which yes, actually, does remind me of getting violently pierced in the flesh by a sharpened stone.
Funny how that’s diamond-shaped, too.