The War of Love
It is the aggressors of the
heart versus the belligerents
of the soul.
Biological weapons of
adrenaline and illusions
of love.
Each passing microsecond
a battle of its own.
Trench warfare
filled with
paradoxical
stabs and caresses.
Written off as a
loss or a win.
Again-Again-Again
Each day starts anew
the War of Love.
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