we have love and end up hate,
we have accepted and denied,
may be simple to see but hard to understand
we may cherish but also forget

these are things we remember
every time we love,
but these are things we forget when in hate,
love is early and hate is late

nothing more than less,
not even equal for the best,
there is always win and lose,
same as friends and foes,

it couldn't be more stylish,
nor just being Amish,
its not the likes and dislikes,
this is what love and hate makes,

you may be first or last,
you may be truth or the lies,
it does not concern or being understood,
that's just the way it is love and hate,

upon writing this one i may be love or hate,
just making my life complete,
for saying that of all these years,
why do we always love and hate.