The words that comes straight from my bosom

Even as the archer loves the arrow that flies , so too he loves the bow that remain constant in his hand, and these are the words coming straight from my bosom. I want to let you know that because of your woe and your and grief I’m disquieted but I don’t know if you genuinely loves me the way I love you, so the conviction of my love will never shimmer. There will never be an alteration but it will bide the same, dawn from the peak straight to the terminal of its animation