
our love is a wounded soldier
painfully staggering
through lilies and thorns
through cutting rock
and perfumed meadows
every step, a loss and a gain
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

our love is a wounded soldier
painfully staggering
through lilies and thorns
through cutting rock
and perfumed meadows
every step, a loss and a gain
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE