My Love For War

My little inner bird takes a flight with a fixed height and sees changing lands low and high, black and white with camouflage seasons along with colourful plants and tress, dancing , changing are the notions, too, of life and love only fixed is the hill, the symbol of greed, oceans are of lust, blood takes the same colour, pain gives the same suffering but different meaning of them altogether , what love means here, that love is not there so I wag a war against love though overflowing in my songs and poems, do I not have a heart? Why can not I feel the same which I feel for myself? or am I missing something, the meaning of love? Have I not perceived love from the sun? A sense! No, no, I have no world in my wallet which can describe love! War has a full of terminology so I love war.