Love on the battlefield

we were meant to be enemies the moment I was thrown into the battlefield the Frontline was enticing because he was at the other side of the line behind an iron mask stood a man with red eye and my curiosity rise i step into the Frontline only to be met with his spear the battle roar from the soldiers becomes the echo of our love song our body twist and turn to the echo of my blade against his spear it becomes our intimacy on the battlefield we fought like our body becomes one and our soul intertwine our love and intimacy only lasted on the battlefield with my blade out only to strike my love down he gave me a warm opening and i hug him with death the last I saw of my love was his dead eye glaring at my mourning soul