The Tinge of Love

Is everything fair in love and war?

 The sweet potion, the magical touch of love is so profound.

The warriors in love, they fondly march ahead, with the armour of romance, waging a war to bring the million dollar smile, 

The emotion to selflessly spread the of aroma of warmth and affection.

The divine trait of unconditional love.

How passionate a true lover is?

 The burning desire within to do anything, even to sacrifice everything for the sake of their beloved ones.

It's not a mirage nor a phase of mere infatuation. 

It's the exalted passion to love someone so dearly.

We can go to any extent, in the path of goodness only, to see your love bloom with ecstasy. 

How can you cause any harm, by saying that she was your world? 

How cruel you can become towards the love of your life? 

You think you can sabotage her faith and honour. 

A betrayal that she just couldn't accept. How did you dare to break her trust, subject her to inhuman torture, disfigure her and bury her for being in love? 

How could you commit such a heinous and horrendous crime? 

She couldn't identify the beast in the veil of falsehood. 

Her grave fault, that she couldn't change him with the magic of true love. 

How can a pervert, an abhorrent creature, know the true meaning of love? 

The carnal desire of lust and obsession is not the true connotation of love. 

The soothing touch of love is wondrous.

 Then how can we so firmly say that everything is fair in love and war?