Intention, an oft used spear,
Shaft forged of the soul,
Tipped with the sharpness of the mind.
Designed to slice, then penetrate as deeply as thrown,
Into the heart of the victim, lover or bystander.
The intention, dipped either in love potion or invective poison,
Enters the heart of God and the intended.
Serving the masters of temptation with a banquet of delight,
Or the glory of innocent humility, encased in love.
It is for us to choose.