More than Peace, War.

My heart is like to war and yours to peace:
How it comes only when your intentions clear
Is not obfuscated through my kind-sincerity
But the more I feel, the more I ask why?

Or how it comes always with open arms
is not stopped by your war like actions,
but now that I feel more than a mother herself,
and feel my sole cry out forever.


what else can i say, what else do you need
but to see that peace, the beginning of all creations,
is a myth to me and because of you we should stop war:
a war which is overrun with mindless hate,
a war which destroys the hopes and dreams.

such is the power of hearts ingulfed in love, in hate and insanity.