War of Worlds

What if love IS a battlefield? A back and forth and cycling game? A war of greatest energy, to all degrees the same?

Like night and day; Like a temperament or temperature:

A darkness is but the absence of light; cold is the absence of heat or fervor.

Surely, then, hatred is merely an absence of love. Surely fighting with former the latter is naught, for the latter is from the above.

 

What if love IS a battlefield? What if we are the cavalry? What if we are the warriors, but spirits with beliefs as steeds?

As leading our horse to water, we cannot make him drink,

He leads us to good knowledge, but cannot make us think.

When want and need are married, in truth we will believe. When with our mount we’ve imprinted, good will win this love-war, indeed.

 

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