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MIRROR IN A BROKEN HEART

I wonder if loving yet again is a possibility
Loving freely and fearlessly
Moving like a moth drawn to a burning light
From the anonymous part of a dangerous night
While ghosts of lost love and skeleton of painful memories are still intact
I hear love birds swear by moons and stars
But after so many nights out in beds that now seem strange
I wonder if there is anything left to swear by
Worse, because I see the knights swear to queens of open bosoms
Ones who appreciate wars waged by ammunition of all nature

I am tempted to dream
Dream of rewriting my rules of war
For all the existing ones have been abused
I know that a naive warrior will fall prey to my new evil devices
But how else will they learn of the cruel nature of love?
Where people who love more leave torn apart and are left in tears or dangling dead on the rafters of battlefields

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