Love-Is-War
L-innets flock songless on a bough of love.
O-ur vows are sherds and my heart is a
V-oid that no sweet words can ever fill.
E-very beginnings have ends but ends are new beginnings.
I-n the kepler of her heart, I live; she hopes that
S-omeday the moon will give back light to the sun.
W-rongs are rights only done wrong
A-nd apologies seek to make wrongs rights.
R-iptides run but matters of the heart crawl.
19/06/2017
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