The shape of my form will waver and bend
By the things I’m destroying and those I will rend.
My color changes from bright red to blue,
The power I’m using will dictate my hue.
What am I?
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?