My blood runs hot
Flows easily through my veins
The heat is love
But where there is heat
There is always cold
That cold is hate
My body is made of hate
My blood is made of love
They fight for control
When I talk to her
See her
Love is winning
When I talk to them
See them
Hate is winning
I have no control over them
My heart pumps the love
The world scars the hate
It cuts deep like blade
My hate has endored
so much pain
My love has seeped from my hate
To get to the love
You must cut through the hate
But she reached in the hate
And pulled out the source of the love
My heart
She tends to it
Nurtures it
From her my hate loses
The love is taking controle
But there will always be a fight
But I'm not worried anymore
I have her
That's the secret weapon
*her