Love is a Battle Field

They face each other,
In an empty room.
Each prepared,
Each calm.

He draws his sword,
She draws her daggers.
They come at each other,
No holds bar.

She draws blood,
He smiles and laughs.
He kisses her on the check,
Then he pulls away.

She seems infuriated,
But inside she feels different.
She rushes forward with a smile,
Ready to attack.

He blocks her strike,
They're locked in struggle.
He smiles through the force,
And then she disappears.

He puts down his blade,
And slowly looks around.
As a tear falls down his check,
And hits the barren battle-scarred floor.