The Most Dangerous Weapon
Love is the lance,
Piercing my heart through.
Love is the hammer,
Breaking my soul in two.
Love is the pain,
Cry out in the dark
Love is the scar,
Another ugly mark.
Love is the bringer of bad news,
Thrown away too soon,
Love is a blinding white,
Brighter than snow or the Moon.
But love is kind,
Healing a broken soul.
Love can be indestructible,
Making the sharpest sword look dull.
Love is not hideous,
But a beauty all it’s own.
Not like a painted picture,
Not like a dress once sewn.
But can be painful,
Connected by molten lead.
Like walking on broken glass,
One wrong step and all is dead.
(2015)
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