Dear Soldier Heart,
I know that you are growing restless,
For your battle is never ending,
And you fear that you waste the spilled blood
That rests on your hands for an evasive cause.
I know that you are steadily tiring,
That the turmoil is pulling at your mind
You want to lay your arms down
To start anew in a bright world,
One not drenched in the blood of our tragedy.
I beg you, dear soldier heart,
Do not give up on me.
I do not know if the battle you fight can be won.
And I know not,
If there is a reason for your defense.
I implore you kind sir
To raise up your shield and to take the blows
That I allow to fall onto your soul
So that mine may be at rest.
With each thundering of the swords
I see you growing weaker
Forgetting your loyalty
To a cause that has vanished.
The fear of the battle has forced me away,
And I watch your battle from a distance
That to you is selfish
But is simply a mile of my confusion.
I beg of you, dear soldier heart
The battle is not over
And the end is not in sight.
But I plead you to stay strong for me.
Sword made of love
A shield made of sanctity
Are the only things that I have gifted you
For an onslaught of horror.
But I am on my knees, my heart as vulnerable as your flesh,
And I beg you
To make me yours
And save me from this battle.
