Love Is War

To the battlefield he races Counting not the challenges he faces Broken hearts and hearts on a break he sees But in war, there are no cool breezes For the tender hearted it seizes. Dear lofty heart, I write to you this because I’m hurt To the gutters my love and zeal have gone Words from my mouth in disarray I blurt A painful shot of pride to my heart I took Knowing not in so doing many I forsook. Suspicion and insecurity are the order of the day ‘I love you so’, they say, just to get away Could you live just another day this way? Love is patient, honest and kind they say Yet they practice not what they preach But just like fine wine, love grows with time A frontline general in that respect I’ve become A twenty one gun salute to the strong heart That which took several shots that hurt and yet has overcome A sign that the strength of a man lies in his heart.