• Love is a Sword.
    My heart is pierced.
    Love is beautiful,
    Yet can be deadly.
    It can be used to defend.
    It can be used to attack.
    It can be used to save.
    It can be used to kill.
    Drawn from the scabbard,
    And thrust upon me.
    Will I be subject to scratches?
    Or shall blood be drawn harshly,
    Finishing me quickly?
    The wounds never heal.
    Your heart never heals.