It wasn´t worth it, not a thing,
It was terrifying for them to be without love.
He lost everything,
But he rose from above,
And told everyone he was in love.

“Come back, come back to me,”
He did, pushing her dress above her knee.
“Do you love me?” she said.
He did, but he changed the subject instead.
“Will you love me always?” she replied.
“Indeed,” he cried.
“How come?” she wondered.
“War is god,” he answered.

Her name, it sounded like a new word,
Their love was all, but absurd.
“What more certain validation of a man´s worth could there be?” he asked.
“You will survive,” she said at last.
“It is perfectly easy if you have at strength in your thumb.”
“I will, whatever may come.”
He kissed her hair,
As he lowered himself into the armchair.
“Convert again into putrescent matter drawing flies,”
“That´s my honor, and those are no lies.”
“I tell them you’re my beau, that´s what I owe.”

“Please do, I really love you.”
Poor thing, it was true.