There is am imaginary wall between love and hate,
The escalation of emotion a constant in the world.
Knocking politely at your silver gilded gate,
I wait in patient reverence, until your flower unfurls.

In reality it is only our belief that makes us see  
The two as different independent entities.
Both are primal predators prowling cerebral seas,
Each is the truth of the wildly twirling galaxies.

What I have done right will always cure my wrongs,
Take this token: flaming oil of my soul, to bring you light.
With you life never feels like a futile fight,
I will give you the melody, and the harmony of my songs.

I have been burned to white ash and black cinders, but I am still whole.
We parted, in the spring and summer. Autumn leaves fall, out of control.