Relate, Reflect and Ruminate: To My Beloved
Because sometimes, emotions don’t fit into bullet points and I have a flare for the dramatic.
For those feeling life's fleeting battles and the power of love's remedy
My days are numbered
Each moment a fleeting drain of my life
There is a macabre truth nested inside this egg
All things come to pass
Yet, you are an anomaly that pushes me to fight for more and to deny this truth
There is something in the way you fight me
Although I am a general and you the marshal
Moving our troops to their next doom
It gives pause, your shouts piercing ambient noise
A devotion to you galvanised through hardships on which we are sole collaborators
My inadequacy observed and challenged
Sometimes through blindness, but often through diligence
What am I to make of the fear you will leave
Stretchered out of the conflict or resigned to its outcome
Aware of each other's strategic advantages
Respect when I am downed
A curious respect to give arms to the unarmed
A reciprocal appreciation
Of one flesh and one blood yet of neither
Rebirth of the phoenix by a different shade
Like no other will there be
For we travel these trenches with warmth
Those we meet do not tremble but bow gracefully
A testament to our presence of self
Lovers of wholeness rather than slavenous dictators
If the softness of analogy for you does not yield
Know life is a war for me
Love is not a weapon but my remedy
Your presence my fuel to fight for preservation of its name
Together a greener and more beautiful world abound.
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