love is like a battlefield
two heart seeking warriors looking for one another
whose hearts are delicate as a feather
swinging loveswords at each other until ones armor breaks
then finding that each other has the longing for love that they ache
eyes meets eyes
heart meets heart
soul meets soul
then true love begins
neither never knowing which one begins or ends
both of them know that they are one
that life is full of happiness and fun
then comes the toils of dispare
which rip into you to your very hair
that tears you apart
which causes pain of the heart
some die by the roadside and all alone
some seek redemption and to atone
some fall apart
some keep on seeking to find others to join by the heart

this is dedicated to all who are romantics at heart
save

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Glacian, in the year 247 AF.