Love And War Poem by Kayanja Ronald Edwin

Whispers of their breath
echoes of ecstasies
the rose was a virgin,
the nectar was strong
So the ant searched her petals,
at the fall of the first light

Her fragrance filled the garden,
the dancing leaves of an olive
against the wind,
riding on a dragon's back,
breathing in and out,
the flames of their hearts

Guns and roses
blood and tears
to the bone we bled
Bonnie and Clyde
and in oblivion we merged
as, Romeo and Juliet