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We can win this war,

And earn the peace.

Yes, we can!

We can win the doubling of our hearts and have hearts but one,

Fused into the sweetest of harmonies!

Shh, listen, silence!

I hear the music of our victory: it is the symphony of love.

So gentle, and quiet, as it is loud and wild.

Yes, serenity is the name of our haven

Where in the arms of you-and-me, we connect together, forever, as twins eternally siamesed in devotion.

In love, one and one are one.

Please take from me this kiss of love, and hold with me the baton of being,

And be my celestial guest through the marathon of time.

They are fake, victories forged by swords of steel,

Though bloods flow and hearts cease, yet the substance of belief is steadfast.

But no greater sword than love whose victory is encompassing of the being.

Please slay me with love; let me die at your bosom.

Endless is the victory wrought by the force of love, against the force of arms.

Oh that you would conquer me thus.

So, keep this kiss, and keep the peace,

Keep the kiss on the altar of your satisfying heart, and to it, the priestess be!

My heart is garden for your cultivation; and oracle for your consultation.

Close your eyes and open your mind, and see the flying flags of eternity,

Wooing us to come to it as one.

Please Come; Let’s Win the Race, for We Can Win – As One.

Oh please win with me what I will-not to win without you.

So, we can win the peace.

We can conquer the spill of confronts

And herald a new victory founded on love and loyalty.

And our hearts ever beat composedly.