How do we love and still hate?
When the cold fire of love burns,
Hatred commando-like turns
Towards the open heart gate.
Today love flows like a blue sea
When another breaks, like a flood,
In my vein is the black hatred blood
And the two sides of a coin I see.
Both spring from the same fount
And the same route they take
And an impression intend to make
But on different records the two count.
One, we, as if troubled, praise
The other at a Calvary we brutally nail
For we never desire its heartly sail
Yet, the first only has a momentum grace.
How many can host love for long?
Or who hasn't widely open'd the fleshy door
For hatred and its divine, mild law?
Yet, love we do profess on our tongues.
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