Taste of war.

Love is capable of anything it eludes me now I know, sequences from underneath 
The grounds it which they grow,

Love is everlasting it holds qualities of myrth and settles in the very core
Of this destructive earth,

Must we war like children Quoral and blood the streams of our connection 
Given that we see each face, with aspects of reflection, 

A man that kills another man, in his eyes The light may dim, but never had he thought about the love he had within, 

Must a man be the taker, of a soul that seeks to hold a flame, and so to death he gives him nothing and neither knows his name,

Fortune is of greater levels,  love would end which stuffers more, and in the end may find their mercy and not the taste
Of war.