A battle fought for love, a battle for pride,
A battle to win, a battle to survive.

Each battle is unique, with the glory it withholds,
But none is as glorious as the one fought to save another soul.

For it is a rare virtue, gifted to only a few,
As pure & gentle as the soft rose petals, covered in morning dew.

If you seek this power, look deep down inside of you,
There you will find your answer, if your heart is really true.

May you attain the wisdom, the one stopping you is you,
And the only way to unleash the power, is a gift from you to you.