They say that words are the most powerful vice
in the battle, the seige of a heart. Where
the guardians form ranks and columns of thousands,
a mere phrase can blow them apart;
just a paragraph can take you back
to the place I call 'the start'.
An ornate swirl of strikes and whirls -
'tis the cause of 'boy meets girl'.
The letters, the verses that I write for you
are meaningless to all else, yet
you never critique, you never dismiss
the chances of wedding bells.
If words are my power, then verse is my curse -
I'll stand by that until you see...
A vow to combine us, insignias to bind us, and
on our deathbeds, all unfurls...
((realised I may have made a mistake here. Wrong section?)

