Love Is War. Poem by Brett White

Love is War;
A battle Fought,
And Lost before.
I will give -for victory - All I have got.

Though I might fall short,
Determination never wavers;
I considereth not defeat, failure, nothing of the sort;
Ambition - Fortune favors.

So While I lie here,
Bloodsoak'd;
I do not despair,
Tear-choked...
I cry to the Heavens:
Do not let me perish!
The Duality of Sevens ('88)
is to be what I most Cherish.