In the heart of my battles
I consider;
a love story,
a gentle heart,
and a hug after a lonely day.
I'm not that vicious person,
life created me & love moved me.
I owe them both.
I hold a sword in my hand
And compassion in my heart.
I only kill my enemies
& my enemy's enemy.
I'm growing a small sun
From the palm of your hand.
I hear music playing
Somewhere near your heart.
The music is getting louder
With the light of your eyes.
Am I free to dance my heart
To this testy tempo?
I think I've found the person in her.
Hidden in the darkest corner of the room,
Drowning in depression.
But when she smiles,
It can light up the room
& shows a bit of clarity.
Her smile transforms her into a new person.
She has a few friends,
Who love her more than she could ever understand.
If only I could tell her this more often.
