Loving Hatred
To love, to hate, ‘tis all the same
Just focused feelings strong
The object of these feelings is
The object all along
In hate one feels aggression, yet
They also feel pain
In love, the surging ecstasy
Can make one feel the same
The end result of either one
In over-zealous state
Is sense of sadness and of rage
In love, in death, in hate
The compromise is rather lame
It’s benefits are none
To live a life with no true drive
Should never be begun
For these do guide us, prod us on
These mystic feelings strange
They choose the course our life will take
Though often too, derange
These mixed emotions as of late
Do boggle all the mind
They need each other as a mate
Where they’ll in conflict find
Why then should one love someone else
If we then hate them too?
Why should a person bask in hate
If then to love so true?
This paradox remains unclear
A problem to be solved
An answer to the riddle here
Would leave so much resolved
The love can’t exist without hate
The hate remains in sickly state
If it spurs not from love so great
But rather, then, its hate negate.
From this spurs my quest of late
I ask you not to hesitate
But find the line so moderate
And from there, deal out love and hate