I have fought,
Many times,
For those I love,
And each time,
My award is yet another scar.
I have tread the lover's path,
And have been bitten by venomous snakes,
I have done nothing to incur their wrath;
Soon, the heart will break and fade.
Behold, then, this worn path:
The trails are marked by trials, blood, and tears.
Anguish is the only word that applies to this path over the countless years.
