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Poem: Love is a battlefield

In honor of the day, a call to my partner...

Chris Dahlie

We met in spite of each other

Bonded by what we love together

We remain together

Fighting with and for each other

Bonded by that same tie

We fight with each other

Our better angels marshaled in battle against our worst demons

We fight for each other

In service of the heaven we have together

In banishment of the hell we would be apart from each other

Our fight brings beauty to the world in ways we could not have foreseen or fore heard

Beauty to each other in ways no one else can see or hear

Beauty to our issue manifold and resolute

It is not that there is nothing without you my love

It is that there would be no focus of these things

No godhead at the font of all the world’s beauty without you

I was lost, then found

I was broken, then cast

Angered, then serene

Stunted, then grown

The warmth that is found in the cold night is you

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The light at the end of the dark tunnel is you

What wealth I claim for myself is you

And I 

In all these things

Am yours

There is no need

There is simply, and terribly, finding

We are finding each other, in constant search

What we love, is loved

What we seek, is found

There is treasure in love at the finding

There is peace at the end of the war

There is heaven at the end of our hell

We stand fast with each other

Mount the ramparts

Fire the cannon

Hold fast to what is good, and throw what can be thrown on the threshing floor

Death does not part, only lack of love

Witness that which is the great light of love,

And to all those that would hide and be hidden from that witness

Tremble, ye, and despair

You would have no power over us, save that which we give you

The shadow you cast grows shorter, as our finding grows deeper

Morning is nigh

The long night ends

The light of day will shine on love, in all its forms

Let us welcome the light, and rejoice

With those that we embrace

Hark ye, my love, my companion, my darling, my partner

We have war yet to wage