wars have been thought,
battles have been fought.
agonising whines,
in heartrending times.
a bewildering trench,
led by a fair *****.
no compass,
no torch, i am indeed luckless.
my heart has been a target,
of a far-reaching bullet.
the ***** who has the key
to my heart, is dear to me
only can she open up
the heart that has been under lock.
unrequited love does feel like a never ending battle.