A fighting feeling, only felt, in my nervous tree, from the air I breathe which becomes hotter and faster, speeding up the pumping of O2, within me, giving my blood a chase from my pump factory to every branch and stem of this nervous plant, feeding each one charmingly, leaving them spelled.
Perhaps better said Possessed.
My eye's can't but show how I feel"
Thereby revealing my weakness
This I fight always because I gat to be the Girl with the jazz not the Girl possessed with his bass
Oh! What a feeling!
I war against it, but I love it, and never want it to stop fighting me
A Love War not a seduction; a battling feeling that keeps me going
How long is it going to continue? I don't want again...
Oh no please don't stop
For how long?
As long as my flag is not put down
As long as I'm not out of fighting emotions
As long as I never get hurt again
As long as I'm not with you when I'm weak

Sometimes
The best way to reaffirm your feelings
For each other and end the Love War
Is simply spend time together
Doing what each other loves or
Simply doing nothing together
What matters most is being
Together