We fight for love,
for tender care,
for eyes that truly see us,
for arms that accept us,
for hearts that stay.
It's who we are.
Loss looks on with envy,
it must not be cast aside.
The pain strikes deep,
and still we fight
with everything we own,
to hold onto love.
It's fleeting fragrance
carves cuts within.
The blurry visions are gone.
We see clearer and wonder,
does it ring true
that you have not loved
until you have lost?
Love and loss,
two sides of a coin,
sisters born of the same ache,
tossed into our world
taking turns to rule our days.
They make or mar us.
Like gazing into a mirror,
one feeds the other,
the desires and disappointment,
the yearning and memories.
But one must rule at a time
yet they draw energy
from each other.
It's a circle.
The chase must go on.
We will always have both
and together they define us,
and remind us
what it means to truly live.
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