Love isn't a battlefield
It's an endless ocean of negotiation
Punctuated by expressions of sexual frustration
Sometimes resembling your vision of family
Hope's neither wish nor dream
But the lifeblood of both
Stolen from the hearts of the old
Through industrial sleight of hand
Woven through government-issued coats
Life is a feeling
Researched by many, but experienced by few
Intersecting through passages of time
Appearing at will to those brave enough to jump
While gently flowing past those who look either direction before the leap
Time is the most precious commodity
That which can never be returned
Leaked through departmentalized tasks
Daddy's and Mommy's...
Regrets and Promises...
Love isn't the battlefield...
It's our weapon.