For Passion, know me anew
like that sprout that taste the dew
And momentarily kiss the sunshine
on her first day to dine
For Love, know me of old
like that wine age long behold
whose taste is seasoned day by day
whose flavor never fray
For Hate, look upon me
and say, 'I forgive thee! !
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