Love burns fierce, a fire in the chest,
Lifts and cradles, yet tests the best.
But love betrayed can twist and bite,
Turn warmth to shadow, day to night.
Hate can grow where love once lay,
A storm born from what once made day.
Yet hate, though sharp, can still be tamed,
By patient love, by hearts unclaimed.
For even fury, bitterness, despair,
Can bend before the light love bears.
Strong as they are, hate cannot stay,
Where love chooses, it finds a way.
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