Rants

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Love is only a hurting game.
I'm still who i was.

Allegiance is assigned
Forever when the mind
Chooses and stamps the will.
Thus, I must love you still
Through good and ill.

But though we are apart
We may retract the heart
And build such privacies
As self-regard agrees
Conduce to ease.

So manners will repair
The ravage of despair
Which generous love invites,
Preferring quiet nights
To vain delights.

When the last fight is lost, the last sword broken,
The last call sounded, the last order spoken,
When from the field where braver hearts lie sleeping,
Faint, and athirst, and blinded, I come creeping,

With not one waving shred of palm to bring you,
With not one splendid battle-song to sing you,
O Love, in my dishonor and defeat,
Your measureless compassion will be sweet.

-ChaowS- 8:36 AM

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