The Final Battle

I feel the pain and emptiness without her as
my heart is bound in barbed wire
my emotions locked away in a secret box.
I see through her eyes as if they were my own
empty
unsure
lost.
Yet we are together.
Through pain our words become as daggers
cutting
slashing
opening wounds new and old alike.
The crimson river flows as tears
lonliness
hurt
even hatred
all becomming as weapons for the next battle.
Of all the things lost in this war devotion has remained,
hope
dreams
the desire to again be as one
but the old ways keep us bound for they are
easier
comfortable
less painfull as the heart is not open.
This ditch we are in runs in circles and the ruts become
deeper through time making it harder and harder to escape.
Repeat
repitition
repetitivness.
The longing to say "I'm sorry,I love you,I need you,I miss you"
to break free of these chains and be one as we were in the beginning.
Love
desire
butterflys.
So caught up in "I want,I need,I deserve" we forget
we are here together in love
to give
to receive
to give again.
My weapons are now as roses sweet and pure
my words are as a soft spring breeze blowing through your hair
my eyes as starlight twinkeling in the preasence of your
beauty
smile
touch.
My war is over,my ditch is gone,my love breaks free
for I remember you are my
hopes
dreams
desires.
Take my hand and clime out of the ditch
walk with me as a lover,a friend.
You are my princess,I am your prince as our
dream has just begun.