Battles in which they do not love each other,A tragic scene where hearts seem to smother,With each blow, the distance grows,Till love's light dims and passion slows.
For in a battle where love is not the shield,Hearts can only break and never yield,And the wounds they leave can never heal,A price too high for passion to feel.
But loves that do not fight are a different tale,Where hearts can flourish and souls prevail,A bond that's strong and yet so kind,A love that's pure, and hearts entwined.
For in a love where peace is the way,Hearts can bloom and love will stay,And through the ups and downs of life,They'll remain steadfast, through the strife.So let us strive for loves that do not fight,Where passion and peace are intertwined so tight,And in each other's arms, we'll find the key,To a love that's pure and ever free.
