Thursday, July 17, 2008


I know you feel like a widow
and at times I feel dead.
All those times i left you for
a uniform and a garden of stone.
War is Hell!
It rips apart our souls.
Be against all war.
This pain is from a past life,
can't you feel it?
Whether I am the lovelorn medieval messenger or
the civil war soldier,
I still remember flowers in your hair
and the knights I contest to defend your honor.
The senselessness of death in this ever painful journey
gives me the vision of a love
as strong as the spark that creates us.
These bodies do not last,
but my love for you does.
I just cannot help myself.

the end.

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