Why must I lose everything I own?
Why must I lose all I have loved?
All that I desire, all that I've known?
Time is Relentless
like a fleeting moment
like a speck of dust
In a quick heartbeat
in a fleeting breath
loss descends like darkness
like the deep calm of death,
but love Declares a war on loss, on the inevitable,
asserts its arrogance, love shines its sword.
Such valiance is what makes one stand
Without fear or dilemma, unguarded
Challenging death's aggressive blows.