Love is a battlefield

The poor casualties are married

Those who still fight are single

The prisoners are engaged.

Love is a battlefield

Kisses are the tanks

Winks are the bullets

“I love you” is the bomb.

Love is a battlefield

It’s hard not to be blown to pieces

When bombs are dropping everywhere

And creating numerous casualties.

Love is a battlefield

I’d rather be taken prisoner than die

I’d rather a bullet pierced me

Than a tank mauled me.

Love is a battlefield

And everyone is in it.

But who are the losers

And who are the winners?