Love, A War Zone? Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Love is like a war zone at times, going back and forth
from hatred to caring and loving, what causes such an
inflation of emotion?

Turning two people suddenly into enemies, just a little
spark sets fire to the war in the blink of a moment,
carrying the weight of feelings heavily against another.

Creating a friction causing dissatisfaction, perpetrating
anger, throwing accusations and blame like bullets back
and forth.

Lips spitting fire, heart beating endlessly through the
night, where just moments before words of love were being
spoken, kissing and wanting to make love, then war happens.

Sounds of an eternal love coming together in the sunrise
of passion yet love festers throughout the night in a war
zone, hoping to be resurrected once again in the morning.