by M. Douglas Hoss
There are two things that coexist,
They are called love and hate.
The first we need, the next persists
And both are well our state.
For when we love, we know not hate
And when we hate we do.
Unless our hate is what we love
Since that it is of us, too.
But if we love or if we hate
It seems to matter not
For love we love and hate we hate
And it seems all we’ve got.
Last updated April 26, 2013