Love is a battlefield where hearts collide,
Where passion’s fire burns deep inside.
War is the silence that cuts like a blade,
Leaving wounds that time can't fade.

Love is the armor that shields our fears,
A fragile bond, built through years.
War is the clash of pride and pain,
Where neither side can truly gain.

Love is the soldier who fights for peace,
In every touch, a sweet release.
War is the scars that we carry within,
A struggle where no one can win.

Love is the truce after endless strife,
The longing for a peaceful life.
War is the battle of hearts and mind,
A conflict where love is hard to find.

Love is the hope in a lover’s eyes,
The dream that never truly dies.
War is the tears in the dead of night,
When love feels like a losing fight.

Love is the peace that we both desire,
The warmth that quells the raging fire.
War is the cost of loving so deep,
A promise that’s so hard to keep.
© GhassenGhribi