Love Isn't Blind; Just Near-Sighted

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that's just the way it is, ya know?
like the wind: gotta blow
on this journey many get tired
not looking for food or water but fire
not the fire that came by placing blame
or fire that is not but flame not the fire with a passionate desire
to burn
to destroy
to eat alive
but the flame that engulfs those who expire and retire
not by death
not by theft
but by those who left
a wandering life behind
the journey I speak of
is one called love
not the huggy-kissy, mushy-dovey love
but the love that was born out of hate
by love that DOES discriminate
against those the heart and soul hate
two warrior spirits
born in blood
that fly high
together
forever
fighting side by side
back to back
those who have not lied
just to gain slack
on the rope that holds them to this never ending race
they do not break pace
not in fear of their lives-but their dignity and pride
fighters to the very end
once lost souls
now so strong they wont bend
like the cat of a million lives
a grain of sand
the star on which our souls do strive
two warriors, back to back
they stand in battle, side by side
turning slowly
perfect unison
it doesn't end
until they decide...
together