Battlefield Love

A love that secures pain is worthless. A love to which any pain is a part, Will destroy so much of a life, Life is too precious to struggle, With installments of turmoil, Destruction between two will end. Torture of the soul comes from, Battles with physical detriments, Has no true love at all of any kind. One cannot inflict passion with force. One cannot love deeply in pain, Once may be forgiven if possible, Two or three are just reenactments, In a tortured soul, that cannot love. Fear may hold the victims in tow. Fear should be strength to know, That this will not stop ever. Fear should guide the heart, Strength should be bold enough, Even loneliness is better than this.