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