Passion Tipped Arrow

So, one last question, I’ll ask of you, I'll let you get some rest. Has my passion tipped arrow, been removed from your chest? Did you break it in a thousand, did you let it turn to dust. And when you're smiling, deep in your sleep, you don't think of us? You mumble names, I do not know, sounds that tear me apart. And your passion tipped arrow has fallen from my heart. Pale moon glow, alabaster skin, your breathing so sublime. Your lips, love, and future dreams, I once thought were mine. Desires just a waiting game, needs a flame to ignite. Silence save her stifled cries as you sleep through our last night.
So, one last question, I’ll ask of you, then I'll let you get some rest. Has my passion tipped arrow, been removed from your chest?