Times of war are upon us now,
Knowing this I gently bow.
My gentle heart says this is how,
I must allow, I must allow!
I know not how to ignore
This passion, love, at the core.
I am madly, truly in love,
For once, I feel completely at ease above.
At ease as if a gentle breeze,
Expressing life within the trees.
Gently swaying with my love,
I have ended war, my dove.
I accept my fate,
I will love for an eternity, mate.
Just as the beautiful flower becomes,
Withered and remerges being what it always was, it succumbs.
