Bullseye:

Within every little heart
Lies that tender spot,
Where love gets it's start
Though it's such a longshot.

For love has many faces
So it's kind of hard to tell,
Just what you will get
When your under it's spell.

Love is kind and patient
It doesn't make you cry,
Or break your heart into
Unless it's in disquise.

Love has no restrictions
It isn't bound by strings,
Nor a game that's played
With a promise of a ring.

So search out your heart
Cause true love is blind,
And only your soulmate
Could ever hit your bullseye.