Let us to war then. To siege and assault!
Although we proclaim it is nobody’s fault
We declare with conviction
We will soon come to blows:
In war as in love, just anything goes.
We love the victorious but practise fierce combat
And quickly start over, with someone to pick at.
In love or in war, strict laws get upset
As warriors merit a new sobriquet
While weaker combatants so frequently win
The upshot of warring remains a great sin.
Turn the world upside down and show us a portal
A chance to desist, facing struggle immortal.
Lips become armour: a mouth turning weapon
Shoots arrows that injure or wound, whom we reckon
The unhappy enemy, our resolute friend
Upon whom it’s our function with wrath to descend.
Lips are for kissing. They part without favour
Nay, they return as the moon must, to savour
All that is true and desired in love
© HMH, 2022