The Spoils of War

I loved you then I love you now
I’ll love you longer still.
How longI cannot tell for sure
It’s a battle of my will
Against the forces of my heart.
But in war there are no winners
Only losers by the score.
And so I have to ask myself,
What am I fighting for?
The answer could be self respect:
“We’ve retaken ego hill”.
To the victor belongs the spoils of war,
That is, if the winner is my will.

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