So That's How Love Goes.

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 Within great heart where love has built its nest

a serpent lurks unseen with poisoned fang.

Where passion burns a seed of hate may rest

and wait its hour disguised, a rope to hang.


A lover's word a glance that seems unkind

can spark a flame or ignite hidden ire.

That bond once strong by doubt and anger blind

fractures and falls consumed in jealous fire.


From fiery trials love emerges whole,

refined by pain its spirit soars anew.

Like diamonds forged in depths where shadows roll,

it shines sharp bright its loyalty ever true.


So love and hate that sweet entwining move,

a tangled waltz, a bitter, tender groove.



Or, it might go like this:



In shadows deep where love and hatred twine,

A dance of contrasts, passion's fierce ballet,

Two warring forces bound by hearts' design,

Yet inseparable night and careless day.


Love that sweet rose in bloom, its petals fair,

unfurls its fragrance sweet, a pure delight,

yet in its beauty lies a thorny snare,

A cold paradox unveils darkest night.


And hatred like a storm on tempest seas,

engulfs my soul in waves of bitter ire,

but in its fury strange connections tease,

as flames of passion fuel forbidden fire.


Oh, fickle heart where love and hatred meet,

life’s sonnet spun in threads of joy and defeat.

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