Spilled Tea

Breathe On My Aching Heart

Tell me,
oh the people
of worshiped
kingdoms.

Do you flourish
in the comforts
of being under total
and absolute monarchs?

I have pondered
on the wounded people
and their bleeding hearts.
Surrounded in battle
by torn bodies,
their eyes glinting with pride
and unchanging loyalty.

To the King,
to the Queen,
or possibly their Nobles.
Whoever it is to provoke
them in giving their lives
to the well-being of their home.

Is this not love?
Has love fled their kingdom?
Despite the controversial nature,
my bleeding soul can only
describe this existing
as one of love's purest forms.

Love can provide
patriotic armies to places
that inspire them
to submit to any order,
just as it may provide an army
in the heart of someone.

Someone who is willing
to give all of themselves,
in a mutual and healthy
manner so to speak,
over to a purpose
or possibly the hands
of another being.

Is this not love?
Maybe wrong to some
who aspire to gain
a different type of freedom.

It is the knowledge
that you may safely
give another undying trust
and the type of control
that can relieve the burdens
off of shoulders,
such as my own.

Tell me,
oh the people
of worshiped
kingdoms.

Those of you who can
remember the time when
you had not yet been given
what you now follow today
that prior to this,
your soul, too, has bled.

Let this type of love
breathe on my aching heart
because I know that
when it is not sustained,
love truly hath fled.