Love…is not a battlefield
It’s not what some make it out to be
Hand in hand gestures sometimes
Misconstrued to be one in the same, but
When outside interferences try to cause
A battle by those who are so miserable with
Themselves and want everyone around them
As miserable as they are, they become “Love Haters”
But the object is to see past the ill intent and the fakers
No…Love is not a battlefield
But when the Love Haters declare war on
What they believe is a weakness in Loves Armor
It’s worth fighting for and sometimes you
Find yourself on the frontlines, but when you’re
Armed with Trust, Respect and dangerously in Love
You have to present a unified front, so no matter the
Weapon of choice they try and detonate the destruction
Implodes instead of explodes and after the smoke clears
True Loves foundation will remain
But, the war doesn't end
And you have to do everything
Not to change and maintain because
You have those who fail to respect the
Boundaries of your relationship, they come
Equipped with grenades of bullshit, behind
Smoke-screens with key-boards
Not realizing before making moves that
True Love is like notifications already knowing
What they're trying
To do
All you require is a soldier who is willing to get
Down in the trenches and fight the frienemies and foes
With you then the only casualties will be from the opposition
The ones who cock back their keyboards heat seeking your
Happiness, trying to gun down your future with screaming
Bullets of jealousy...but when Love is presented through
Divine intervention no weapon formed formed against you
shall prosper
Needless to say, these are life lessons
Proverbial scribes scripted in a form of gifted
Gift giving to help keep your own love alive
Platoon ready ducking shots of doubt
To show that real Love isnt superficial
Adult mentalities and pens as our pistols
Never tired of this Love, so no treading on us
With matching fatigues
We Ride or Die
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