Love is not a victory march. It’s a battle. The spoils of war can be felt within my love for you. My desire to hold you. My obsessive craving for you. Love is a battle I can not seem to conquer. So I write you down and respond in silence. One day I will understand. Not yesterday, not today. The battle continues. My resolve can be tested, falling down is imminent. Getting up is guaranteed. And the fight for you will continue.