Misplaced Affection

The heart is a battle ground.
Really, if you lose this territory, you will lose your life.

I pray to God for those thousands of angels that He promises,
For truly, one drop of love for any illusory thing, any object of misplaced affection,
Reduces me to my knees and vital energy drains from me.

I cannot see the end of this war,
But at least I know one thing-
I will win.