Love is War.

Two in one night. I might have outdone myself...

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We fight for what we care for. We love what we fight for. We care for what we love.

Mingled in all this is the passion that drives us and keeps us rooted.

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The tip of my tongue

The tip of your finger

The tip of the iceberg

And the explosions

They’re all around

Loud sounds

Broken glass

Strewn across the ground.

Back and forth

This boat moves us

As we steer

Into unclear waters.

The tip of your tongue

The tip of my finger

The edge of the volcano

And the eruptions

They’re more than we feel

Making us heal

Yet so vulnerable

Dropping us to kneel.

Down and out

Is where we’re left

As we embrace

To depend on each other.

Warm Smells, Warm Sounds.

In the worst of times, in the coldest of times, when I thought all was lost, I got just what I needed. 

Warmth and reassurance. 

Without it, this winter would not have been the same.

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Warm smells, warm sounds

As I rest

My head that drowns

Upon your chest.

Through waves, through beats

They go;

My senses feel the heat

That flows,

While uniting, it frees

What one never sees

In lifetimes present and done,

But experience, it shows

What emotion already knows-
A force that makes us one.