Love does it too.
They flex their arms to stretch
preparing for battle
with confidence, and spirit inn their fiery eyes.
They go fight, trying to target the pain and doom ahead.
wishing they could go bring back the win
battle as love it is, is not rest-assured.
You win now, You lose later
You're happy now, You're sad later.
You like him not, but then you hate her
pain's always by your side, one wrong side you fail.
love's but a game of spirits
he who divides well wins.
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