The War Of Love

     I heard a song on the radio that likened being in love to being at war, and this is what came out of that premise. I have said before that inspiration can come in many forms and in many ways. I hope you that you will enjoy it and remember that; it is only a poem, and certainly not a reflection of the author’s view of relationships. And that your “battlefields” are few, but your surrender is unconditional.

     I hope that you all had a great holiday, and that your weekend will be even better.

Jake.

It only hurts forever!

 The War Of Love

I never got a medal

pinned upon my chest,

nor an award citation

with some official’s crest.

No, there was no ceremony

no sabers or white gloves,

and no marks upon my body

when I was wounded in the war of love.

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There was no parade

no marching bands,

no dignitaries

on reviewing stands,

and no letter of commendation

had come from up above.

Though my heart was scarred

when I was wounded in the war of love.

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So, there’ll be no bagpipes playing

when I am laid to rest,

though, through each and every skirmish

I thought I gave my best.

But, always when the smoke had cleared

and push had come to shove,

there I stood the bleeding one

wounded in the war of love.

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Perhaps Saint Peter

at the Gate,

will explain to me then

my mortal fate.

Why I chose the hawk

and not the dove,

and my soul still hurts,

from being wounded in the war of love?

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Jack Downing

June 2013

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