Battlefield Poem by John Wathen

On the battlefield of love you captured me.
You chained my desires and tore apart my soul.
In dungeons you imprisoned my spirit.
In solitary confinement, you tortured me,
stripped my heart,
racked my body with yours,
and then, finally broke me.
You condemned me to the fire, the flames consume me.
I burn for evermore in the warmth of your love.
How sweet this pain of everlasting consummation,
the joy of knowing the embers of our love will smoulder together.