One hates to love
One loves to hate
The two of them relate.
One fights for love
One loves to fight
Neither are in the right.
One kills to love
One loves to kill
Murderers, they are still.
One dies to love
One loves to die.
Either way, you cry.
I don't know about you all
but love no longer sings
to me.
This overwhelming emotion
makes men do crazy things
for me.
Sometimes all one needs to see
is the flipped side of it all,
says me.
To live itself, becomes evil
and the good becomes the small
in me.
And when all those loved perish,
one comes to believe
like me.
Love is more than just romance,
More than just coincidental chance.
Love is faith and life and hope,
It is the only way to cope.
