A heart and Its Battle Cry
Although life's tree shakes with a great and monstrous intensity
I hold onto you with all of my roots waning fortitude
I ask you to love me though I lack vital prosperity
Not even the gods of heaven understand the magnitude
Alas I find my leafs turning and my understanding bleak
I wish for our branches to intwine us ever forever
The lord beseeches me to look upon you and turn my cheek
I shall cry never, yell to the stars to spare us, don't sever
Nor time nor disease can take your beauty from my hungry eyes
Nor tyranny nor duty shall take your arms from my shoulders
As the birds above us coral in joy for we shall find skies
Smiling at our love, syncing our lonely hearts as air turns cold
Love, though it is cruel and comforts only those who can grasp its wonder
know that I shall love your ever even when death takes us asunder
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