My Dear Love Bomber

Love truly is a battlefield,

And you came in like a much needed allied force.

You were white and green flags dressed in sweet words and promising actions.

You brought unlimited rations of loving affections for my love starved forces.

With our newly united front we made quick work of my enemy’s walls.

And boy how did we dance and cheer as those walls fell.

We screamed “War is Over!” as those walls crumbled,

Leaving the beauty of my vulnerability bare.

We basked in the complex landscape of feelings that was my vulnerability.

And to show my appreciation I gave it all to you.

I gave MY all to you.

However, over time the green and white faded from your flags.

And there beneath the green and white deceit; was your red flags.

And I painfully realized that my enemy wasn’t my enemy at all,

But my own self.

And the walls of my vulnerability were walls of protection.

But I was no match for your love bombs.

And when your deceit was realized,

Your bombs of love became bombs of cruelty.

My bare vulnerability had no protection against your attack.

With your forces heavily armed with lethal word bullets you attacked,

And attacked,

And attacked,

And attacked.

Even when I begged for your mercy.

Even when I begged for you to spare me the indignity.

Even when I sent out olive branches engraved in; I'm sorry I’ll do better’s.

Even when you promised a cease fire.

But oh my Dear Love Bomber,

I will still give my all to you.

My battered vulnerability may not be enough for you.

But it is yours all the same.

Because my Dear Love Bomber,

I love you.