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