A love letter written
Encased in a broken heart
Love done the right way
Yet ended all the same
For what
But the fickle whims of another
For none lament in torment so
Then those denied their lover’s hold
One deserts in cowardice
The other picks up the pieces
Still we struggle on
To find another
To feel that safety and warmth
In the embrace of true love
Whatever glimpse of happiness
However pale and fleeting
We would travel any distance
But from ourselves
There never was a safe place
On the battlefield of love and war
We give ourselves fully
Ignoring the folly of others
To give our hearts to another
Paradox 