Love and Hate are two most curious things The impulses, the thoughts, and the actions they bring The absence of Love is the absence of Life, cut from the collective like soft flesh with a knife The presence of Hate is corrosive in time, makes as much sense as a poem with rhyme Hate and Love are companions - they go hand in hand Through beaches and mountains - forest and sand Hate is incorruptible but alas - Love is not the same Something to remember while you're playing the game Of romance and intrigue, truth and lies Screams of passion and loathing tinged with sighs Love is truth and Hatred - Deception Ever has it been since the universe's conception And when the game is over and the dust has cleared You'll find nothing's been done to assuage what you feared