I want the feel of your lips upon mine,
The feeling has provoked this line,
The pang of your heart against my chest,
The bang of the gunshots from the west.
Amid the screams of war,
Where battles ebb and flow,
Nothing beats where you tore,
My heart out of mine own breast.
You hold my heart in your hands,
My core under your supervision,
All I ask is a gift I long for,
To grant me the dream I envision.
Thine eyes permeate the darkness,
Preventing my own demise,
I sicken of the sameness,
This battlefield has seared into my eyes.
You have given me sight,
Of that which I had thought lost,
This battle I will win,
No matter what the cost.
To have you in my arms once more,
Is all I need adore.
