LOVE, Possession lost

Love,
sweet scented rock of life,
Untouched by death,
or dawns delight,
not of this world,
a flower that grows,
dimensions
angels blessed, adorned
Of battles lost,
and battles won.
Beneath its blooded flag -
succumb
Save only few
can justly say
good or bad,
they won’t betray.
Residing from the darkness lit
Desire forbid,
or - jealous spit.
That ranks of man
forsake the crown.
in chivalrous act’s
the noble found.
Where does it reside today
The maker never did he say’
What power can make a man remain
Betray his soul,
to ease loves pain.
Humanity
may judge us well,
though life may end
in blooded dell,
of all our deeds
that must be cost
Will love remain,
possession lost