Love and War

What an epiphany- To once be blind and now clearly see! What had been lost has now been found, and what was once wild has been tamed. In the art of love and art of war, the books are both the same. Two parties exchanging fire- It doesn't matter, bullets or pick up lines, Taking turns exchanging blows, Turning to ravaged sheets and torn clothes. Blood is spilt and all is war- from dusty trenches to behind a closed door. Until one party is forced to surrender, Holding high their white flag- and just as in love or war, broken hearts and corpses are packed away in body bags. And all is fair in love and war- before you become a martyr, be sure it's a noble cause you're willing to die for.