My Hunt

I loved the moon,
the arrow,
the hunt:

Artemis was my goddess,
my way of life.

No man owned me;
I held my own,

Vowed never to become a wife.

I love the moon,
the arrow,
the hunt:

But now I have abandoned
that goddess.

One man I seek;
he is near and far,

As this feeling I hope to not evanesce.

What is my moon,
my arrow,
my hunt?

Can he I confront?