Lay down your armor, brave soldier.
The battle is won, your wounds are healed.
This quarrel was not yours, but you fought.
Your comrades have died, but you tread still.
Look, alas, there is hope.
Nay, that you have given so much.
Find heart and treasure your loss.
Stay 'till turmoil allots your heart.
Find courage and endeavor your soul.
Leave when your heart is lost.
Find yet another comrade,
For his path was quelled by dismay and ignited for recklessness.
Breathe in him words to qualm and stir him!
Say to him this, that he may also believe.
Brave and indignant soldier:
You have not given your soul,
You have not given your heart,
Yet your courage grows deep!
What is your claim?
That you have loved not,
Nor felt the warmth of grace's arms.
You, too, will be lost.
2 comentarios:
I've always wondered what inspired this poem....
this poem is actually about you, and how my love for you grew throughout my time of knowing you. I had always wanted to use war as a metaphor for love, and i found a way to do that with the way i had been feeling for you.
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