Feb 2020
If you love your hate,
And hate your love,
You’d be rather irate.
I’d suggest flying a dove,
And make peace,
For the hour strikes late,
And love is in everyone’s fate.
And hate your love,
You’d be rather irate.
I’d suggest flying a dove,
And make peace,
For the hour strikes late,
And love is in everyone’s fate.
Inspired by misreading a poem. (Misread have for hate...)
