Black and white fade away,
Colours seem to mix and fray,
But when I get to hold you tight,
Everything gets put to right.
The battlefield of love is won,
With epic tales of what you've done,
But love is not an easy task,
Especially when one wears a mask.
The truth is all that can break through
The darkness stirring like a stew,
But if you believe you can succeed
Then trust is all you’ll ever need.
Battles lost there are too many,
Battles won, hardly any,
But victory is way too sweet
To not go out and, “wet your feet.”
For love is something with many foes,
But when you win, it never goes.