It writhes in pain merely at the mention of an arrow; have you ever seen such a heart anywhere?

This couplet paints a tender picture of a heart made exquisitely fragile by love and past grief. Usually, a physical arrow must strike for someone to bleed, but here, the mere mention or thought of an arrow is enough to make the lover's heart writhe in agony. It is a poignant reflection on how deeply emotional scars run—sometimes the anticipation or memory of pain hurts just as sharply as the wound itself.