Love is War

The pain, the triumph, blood on the hands of one another

It is bitterness and envy, that make enemies out of lovers.

We march on, with courage in our eyes and fear within our hearts;

As time folds upon us, each crease a division between present and past,

Our strength is what fails us, our faith cannot last.

We fear that we are reaching the edge,

and that feeling is what we regret the most;

It is not in weakness or lack of trust, that we should boast.

Weary, yet eager, our determination making us ill,

It is strength in numbers, not hope that is keeping us, still.

As eyes look toward heaven, hands stretched towards the sky

We wonder in amazement, at how life passes us by.

Like the speed of a bullet, from the resounding crack of a gun,

In the end, once we've found each other, the batle has been won.

At the finale of this adventure, in our quest to settle the score,

we put aside all of the tension, and lay down our weapons of war.

Instead, we take up new arms, in the comfort of one another's,

Where nothing else matters, neither friend nor foe; sisters nor brothers.

The lives we've led, have now been brought together;

We are prisoners of this war,

for the chains connecting our hearts cannot be severed.

Copyrighted 2008- Joshua Stone