Love by Brute Force

She had springs in her steps, her eyes had glimmer,
She wanted to stay back in the present but jump into the future.
They called her July, the month she was born.
But she loved January, waiting for the page to turn.
She knew the next year would be more similar than different,
The disappointments would be as high as her expectations.
But her heart didn’t accept what her mind believed.
She had darkness all around, so hope’s flame she lit.
And so she continued, battered and bruised on the Love’s course.
Of all the hate of past, she just wanted to Love by Brute Force.

~RavS

## Want of Love against hate. ##