*Pride kills, my dear,
You know it as well as I do,
That love is a war,
But I’m not in the mood to fire shots
And see hearts torn apart along my path,
Like a red carpet,
Only... prettier.
Don’t be afraid to prove yourself,
Love is a war, my dear,
And you know it better than anyone.
Is there a problem with loving?
Or do you plan to destroy our hearts
With this foolishness of holding back
Out of fear of feeling?
You're a damned bomb,
That explodes in my mind with emotions that swarm.
Oh, how sweet, but don’t cause me harm,
I hate to bleed, I find peace in your charm,
I only heal with poems, that's my balm.
You know that I love you, my love,
But you also know that love is a war,
And that’s why you pretend not to love me too.
Lower your weapons and let me cross the borders,
So we can declare two winners
In the war of love,
For both will set aside their pride and fear
And allow themselves to love.*