This love is hot and cold
Am I with an angel or devil
Is this black or gold
Is it good or evil

Will we stay together
Or does anything still matter
Will it be a for ever
Or would I find something better

Love has to grow like a plant
It needs good and fertile soil
And not burned land
And sometimes very much toil

But in the end I say I love you
And we forgive
Our love is hate, but it's also true
And somehow also manipulative