Love is war of flesh and might, sweat and tears.
Sometimes fight,
Sometimes flight.
I’ve battled weary like a soldier, armed with
weapons of all kinds.
Now a veteran, I lay wounded
but undefeated.
War whoops,
silenced, I hear a new cry, a new call
to drop my arms.
Throbbing from pain caused fervor, I will endure.
Mental calculation trumped as the inner man beats
his breast
for glory.
The body is a frame,
The picture, Spirit
and I will be sustained.
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powerful love war entry,
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amazing.
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