All's Love in War & Fair


You, too, have felt the heart's call to arms,

stood alone beneath storm-struck skies,

clutching dreams like fragile shields,

while hope faltered on the edge of dusk.

 

Oh, if love could conquer every war -

would you not wear armor spun of stars,

and face the flames with open hands,

fingers woven in threads of stardust and thunder?

 

Together we stand, soldiers of longing,

listening to the trembling earth,

where echoes of hearts once brave linger.

Tell me, Love -

would you bring peace to this sacred ground,

where souls have clashed in endless storms?

 

In fields of clover, we wield blades of kindness,

edges soft as dawn's first light,

for even in the fiercest fires, there is a whisper:

"Do not let your soul be scorched, nor your spirit, hardened."

 

Love, you wild paradox, fierce and fragile,

we'd fight a thousand wars just to keep you fair,

to see you rise unbroken from ashes,

your touch tender even against our deepest scars.

 

Oh, if justice wore the face of a lover -

would we not drown the world in roses,

red as rage, white as truce,

and lay them down at war's weary feet?

 

Tell me, in the solitude of your heart -

would you not gather all your grief and joy,

your wounds and hope like polished stones,

and offer them as peace, as promise?

 

For even amidst the clash of dreams and fears,

love reigns as ruler, bright and bare,

for all's not fair in love and war -

all is love in war and fair. 

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