Love is not a fight.

Love is not a place to come and go as we please.
It’s a house we enter in, then commit to never leave.
So lock the door behind you, throw away the key.
Work it out together, let it bring us to our knees.

Love is a shelter, in a raging storm.
Love is peace, in the middle of a war.
And if we try to leave, may God send angels to guard the door.
No love, is not a fight, but it’s something worth fighting for