The object of love, the item of despise
Unknown they grow, each on the rise.
Pushing the boundaries of rationality
When combined, cause dis-functionality.
Those special ones, the love for them grows
Each growing closer from the seeds they sow.
But happens what, when hate is introduced
To sour them, cut them loose?
Love to bind, strengthen and hold
Hate to corrupt, bitter and cold.
Against each other they work tirelessly
Until doubt and confusion flow unceasingly.
Which will win, the question is asked
Who will fail while the other lasts?
Upon which will favour blow
Until experienced, no one can know.
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