Pyrrhic Victory

Every war has it's casualties, every victory has it's price.

Whisper hollow words into a midnight mist,
Crush helpless hearts with a tightened fist.
Disappear into an innocent summer breeze,
As love sleeps beneath the sycamore trees.

Sweet dreams disintegrate to a youthful hue,
Fair is for fairy-tales that never come true.
Hearts seem to vanish with loves grand illusion,
Lock away your hopes with divine seclusion.

Forgotten love in time will surely transform to lust,
Neglected novels on bookshelves, wrapped in dust.
The picture of you I hold when I sleep has frayed,
Castles in the clouds without doubt, inevitably fade.

I truly wish the best for you in all your endeavors,
Wouldn't trade our time for countless forevers.
My love for you sleeps beneath a sycamore tree,
Waiting in the wind, hoping to never be....
Pyrrhic Victory.

In a fight to the bitter end, when you risk everything, you lose nothing.

"This poem is written to the love of my life. I want her to know I'd die to protect her and nothing will ever change the way I feel about her. No amount of distance or time could ever replace my love for her..... I'll fight for our love until the death of me"

The phrase is named after King Pyrrhus of Epirus, whose armies defeated the much bigger Roman armies on two separate occasions at Heraclea in 280 BC and Asculum in 279 BC. In both victories the Romans had more casualties, but they also had more soldiers. Pyrrhus is quoted to have said "Another such victory and I'll return to Epirus alone."

Pyrrhic Victory (pier - ick) - is a victory with devastating cost to the victor; it carries the implication that another such will ultimately cause defeat. A victory gained at too great a cost.