Your heart, my mind,
And all those words, written on sand,
Your smile, my eyes,
And the look of love, with gestures nice.

Do you ever miss those moments?
Do you ever want to relive them?
Do you want to fight, so that the hatred survives,
Or do you want to fight the world, so that our love grows?
Tell me, what goes on in your head,
while you stand there, and fight the war of love!

Your hands, my skin,
And the motto of, 'You win, I win',
Your soul, my words,
And all those days, when we were free birds.


All those times that we've been through,
It's all a blur now, except for a moments few,
I recall the time, when we used to be each other's shield,
Now, we stand against each other, fighting on a battlefield.

The hands that used to caress my skin,
Now has a sword , pointing at me,
By each passing moment, we lose in our victory,
We are both our own saviours and destroyers, He said , "We are meant to be."

Dying at your hands, won't ever regret I,
It is the act of killing you, which I shall live to repent,
The war of love will ruin you and me,
And without you, life will not be the same one which I had wished to spend.

Tell me,

Do you want to fight, so that the hatred survives,
Or do you want to fight the world, so that our love grows?
Tell me, what goes on in your head,
while you stand there, and fight the war of love!