Microbic invader bent on destruction
screaming your war cry
as you breach the shore.
Your grappling hooks may snare
on my weak defences
but the forces of love
reinforce these faint walls.
You can try hard to plunder
the treasures of my life
in vain,
in vain,
in vain,
in vain.
It will not happen
it just cannot happen
it's the grip of love
which holds me tight.
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