To Love

Condemn the heart for it is guilty and chain the words inside

Fight with love, a battle fierce. Show the beast no mercy

Fight a war meant to be lost, but don’t hand your foe a win

For in this war no side wins, there is but loss, no victory

Breed a pain, nurture it well, too dear to lose to joys

See the world with eyes closed, to seek the vanished peace

Grow a vine strange, which bears the fruits to else

Feed it on your hunger to grow, and your thirst to spread.