Oh, how I love my dancing feet!
They stay together - oh so neat.
And when I want to walk a line,
They all stay together and do double time.
I count them up, ten times or more,
And race on-off, across the floor.
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?