Still Fair

By Riley Lopez

“All is fair in love & war,”
For war is trite and love, a bore.
We weary soldiers press on through the storm.
Our flesh is wounded.
Our hearts are worn.
The Irishman told us not to give all the heart,
But freely we give it and thus, fall apart.
We make no treaties;
We employ no diplomacy.
I get lost in brown eyes; they are all that I see.
No guns salute the death of love.
There is no salvation with God above.
You scent assaults my senses, even when you’re not here.
Love rapes and pillages; love fosters fear.

For love, our deepest essence bends,
But I know that this location
Is not where my story ends.
All this love inside my chest,
Though sitting now, unexpressed,
Will one day win this weary war
And maybe then I will know what I’m fighting for.

Love is patient and love is kind and
Love burns cities and love scars time.
Though my limbs are severed,
Though my heart is torn,
All is still fair in love & war.
 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s