Pen or Sword ?
N. H. Higgins
Some say a pen defeats a sword with ease.
They marvel at a sword’s strength. Mightier though, soars love on wings. Higher it reaches, with breeze. Love paints lines or cuts air. Literature may express woes of one’s heart about love, while the knight swings his sword in foul war or as her savior. Those who wield the weapon of love will feel its true power in their core. For the blade cleaves the soul or gives the heart a sweet kiss: in fact love will leave its mark. We all feel a stain, till death do us part. Love how bittersweet, so like a lark that may rise to sing a tune only to return to the ground, leaving us in rue. |