Poetry: Love Means Anything But Peace


The stubborn reticence of our love
Could drive a clear head to dark images,
We are a baffled look to the stars above,
torqued into faith’s silent scrimmages.

Our love, not taught its basic manners
Thus, it offers us no drink nor peace,
We hold up loud and angry banners,
You were burden, and I am beast.

Still, this one thing, my soul insists,
Henceforth forever, you must exist,
For a kiss such distance cannot muster,
In angst, we wait, for our union of luster.

Sense says love is expiring and mortal
Vitality asserts it’s otherwise eternal
We strive to fully fill our loving roles,
But improbability takes perilous tolls.

I promise to love you fiercely through chaos and strife,
But more so, even through, the dullest of nights.

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