Militant in my love
Loving in my attack
A quick strike with a warm embrace
I will no longer falter in my devotion
Tangled up in concern
Confused by opinion
No
Something has awoken and it no longer needs sleep
It needs air
So I breathe
Square my shoulders
Rise to the call
Stand
My love is not soft
My love is not weak
It is the steely backbone holding us up
It is the bulletproof glass; we see without fear
It is the distance between
It is the clear, sharp, and certain swipe of a firey blade
Come close, you will be transformed
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