My internal battle is never ending
Neither won nor lost
My opponent is my ghost
I forgive with the morning dew
And my regrets are few
There is two breaths in every moment
The first one kisses our heart
The second breath caresses our soul
True love is hard to find
And impossible to define
When found, be exceedingly kind
Love can spellbind your mind
But blindly, love is not declined
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022








