combat and love

They say that love is combat
Barbs flying by the score
Hopes and expectation say that
This is the purest war.

The parties tell their story
Each from lack of information
And soon the fight is gory
Through lack of communication

“Tell me what you want”, you ask
But “you should already know” replied,
The espionage hides a mask
Of the problem you have spied

It is in the strike dodge and thrust,
And the often well timed parry,
One can mistake love for lust,
And to that illusion marry.

Of all the fights I have lived,
Under bloody moon and sun,
Unchecked words go un-forgived,
With intimacy as the weapon,

Conscience weighted in bloody red,
And the pain will not surcease,
When all is said, Ishtar bled
My love is still my peace