fighting like a love soldier

feel it and don't think so much about trying 2 find it's reasoning.
if it's there and it crawls beneath your skin like a new life, let it fill you in.
love is not a mental stability equalizing the hearts repetitions.
nor something that can be processed and let go as if it is a hallucination.
yet we fight the feeling from within, of a war raged against self.
knuckling down and trying not to be hurt by making the wrong moves, refusing help.
pushing away what could be the one thing in our lives that could make a difference.
losing the perfect piece to a puzzle that hasn't been set into place because of ignorance.
as we walk blinded, following the shutters of our minds that keep out the light.
and time is at hand waiting for us all to fail it's playground of love losing sight.
unable to find the good in another as we're to busy depicting them apart.
caught up in the defense of a world built to break one down before it starts.
we as i to have fallen victim to such unbelievable circumstances brought upon by me.
guilty i stand accused of dragging love to the edge to find if it is as real as i can see.
yet only a few percent make it back from the darker side of love that turned cold and black.
and have the chance to actually live in loves grace by accepting it's actual facts.
love is love, a feeling of a single heart that's enjoyed by the beholder.
willing to be loved, but not by just anyone, only by a love soldier.