Warrior of Love

[Somebody]

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

[flames]

My heart goes out for you Tezz. Both your real and fictional plights are beautiful examples of what love truly means to a good person and the importance of fighting on.
I know your pain...in the past I've seen my love with another and it killed me inside, but I still talked to her, knowing that if this made her the slightest bit happier, it would all be worth it...
Once again I would like to express my respect and admiration for you. I wish you the best of luck, my friend.

[Somebody]

Love is definately the greatest thing I think one can hope for in life. Forget about fame or the riches, give me good love anyday of the week.

Everybody has their own stories to tell, I'm no exception. No doubtedly love can be painful at times like right now, the last time I felt this much in love with was Amy

[scarypuppy]

oh boy, I Saw warrior of love and was kinda skeptic.

beautiful though, seriously, I liked how it was composed, and your use of words did well.

[Somebody]

Thanks, its more then words to me, what I lack in literature ability, I make up for in feeling.

Its hard at times to truly express how you feel and get others, mostly strangers to feel it as well