My heart suffers the battle of Love and Hate.
Inhaling Heavens gravity defying fumes,
To hit my head on Earths jealous armor plate.
What's lost is reborn in my tear drenched soils bloom.
Rebounding with a force fortified to mend fate.
Fertilizing Hopes systematically barren womb.
The bitter Offense strikes at this heightened state.
Plundering my altars, threatening adandonments loom.
Collapsed with fatigue, all I can do is wait, biting the promise that Love is never late.