I,am a warrior of love
I, am a warrior of love. I stand here today looking of the vast reaches of what is my life and recall all of the supposed loves I have had.
I can recall a great love, long lost to illness. I recall several loves, who's only inclination was to get to third base immediatly.
I recall a few loves, who broke my heart by being untrue. But still I moved on, a warrior battered but not beaten.
I,am a warrior of love. I stand here today fighting my urges and struggle to stay true, recalling love in its many forms.
I recall a powerful love, thirsty for each others company and embrace. I recall a distant love, where each meeting was monumental, but far between.
I recall a love whos lust drove us apart, leaving no love at all. I ache and I bleed but I am a warrior, I carry on.
I, am a warrior of love. I stand here today at the dawn of a great reckoning, forseeing a love that can never be.
I forsee a woman, a lady whom I care deeply for. I forsee a love whos very happiness I'd lay my life for on a whim.
I forsee a love who has found another, forcing me to look on and to take another road. Battered and broken, A warrior struggles on.
I, am a warrior of love. I stand here because I've nothing left but love to give. I know that I've given every one my all
I know that despite my losses love is worth fighting for. I know surely there must be somebody out there for me.
I know that behind every good warrior there is love, a passion that drives em on.
I,am a warrior of love. I bandage my wounds and wipe the sweat from my brow. I carry on against the wind
I carry on against inevitibility. I carry on against the thoughts that all is lost and that all I've suffered was for naught.
I carry on because though broken my heart beats still, directing me to that sacred end, where the warrior ends and a loving man begins
I, am a warrior of love.
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I don't know what kind of writing this is but givin my recent emoness, it just came to me
I've had a real hard time in life finding love. I could never understand why, sometimes things where just not meant to be and sometimes they ended horribly. At once point I had this girl named Amy, she meant the world to me. There was nothing I wouldn't of given for her, even the beating heart from my chest. She was taken away from me by illness that Id rather not talk about. After her came a long strng of wannabe one nighters and others who just werent the right match. I'm thankful that I don't get so jaded I become desperate and hold on or allow myself to succumb to such romantic flights of fantasy. But maybe thats my problem, my parents tell me I was born mature. I always wanted a relationship where most guys just wanted to get in their pants. It's made the dating scene really hard because it seems like a lot of girls just want that too.
I've had a few that we broke up on friendly terms, and I'm most thankful for those, despite what they might of really been feeling. It takes a big person to act in such a adult manner in such situations.
That leads me to my latest troubles. I've fallen in love again, which this girl I met online. W'eve talked and webcamed and all that good stuff. Not in a dirty way just as friends. After a while something must of clicked and before I knew it she was all I could think about, video games being my favorite past time I couldn't even pick up the controller. (if you knew me thats a great compliment) I had these romantic dreams about her, the real romantic kinds not ones of lust. It was then I knew I had fallen hard for her, but theres a big problem. she has a boyfriend.
Being the gentleman and good friend that I am, I don't mention my feelings and show up nightly with a fake smile (no longer have a webcam thank god) and listen to her talk about how he did this for her and that. While I tell her I'm so happy for her and wish the best, inside I just wanna stab myself. Nightly I torture myself by talking to her, sometimes even eyeing my mothers medication. A few pills and my heartache would go away forever. But no I can't do it, I guess I got this glutton for punishment strength inside because I keep comming back to her just to talk
It was then I thought of this lil story. All my love lost and the love I feel I've got to give seemed like the perfect subject for expression. coupled with my fantasy love for all things midevil and warrior-like, seemed perfect.
Anyways there is was a actual story behind it. yay for stories and yay for strawberry shortcake, without which I wouldnt have the strength to go on
