I have wings, but I'm no bird.
I have a bow and arrow, but I'm not Robin Hood.
I'm a Roman god, but I'm not Jupiter.
I look like a toddler, but I need no diaper.
My image expresses love, but I'm not a heart.
Who am I?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky,
Atop a tender strand,
Rising from the land,
'Til killed by maiden's hand.
Perhaps, as a token of love.
Perhaps, to say goodbye.
What is it?