War Of Hearts Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

You win, love.
I bow to you.
The subtle and sacred thread that once love sustained,
Has snapped.

Except for a tearful thought, nothing remains.
In that final wrench we forget
The bleak and uncertain time to come
The wasteland between us
The cold and lonely bed
And the tenderness of human nature.

We dazzle each other by the false glow of victory on our faces.
And yet war was not the way,
Love and war have never been bedfellows.

As we stand on the pinnacle of that brittle success
And survey the battlefield,
Many more are left standing,
Battered spectres of our own making;
Bruises take time to heal.

Smiles on your lips,
Tears in my eyes
Tears in your eyes
And smiles on my lips,
For both of us the end of a beginning,
And the beginning of an end.

Life is a mystery.
We struggle to unravel it together.
We rise,
We fall, and we rise again!
Together we build castles and in there stand the God of love.

Tears
And moaning are only signs of failures!
Together we crucify them
Together we raise our arms to the heavens
And ask for strength.

The heavens rain showers of manna!
Chased by the nightly gloom
The sun revamps
And rises again!

All I know is there is no victory in matters of the heart,
More loss!
For tears and sears stay for a long time to come.