I love you, but
This isn’t your battle to fight
It’s up to me to take the wrong
And make it right
No matter what
This isn’t your war to win
I have to be my own Calvary
The lone soldier marching in
This is a likely story
One that will scoop me up
From purgatory
And out of my rut
Into a ready position
In which I use my
Faith as ammunition
And even when cut
Victory for me won’t be aloof
Because my heart & soul are bulletproof
I love you, but
To love me is my hope & glory
And “A-more” likely story
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem