What I’ve observed, I clearly state:
Love is a mirror-twin to Hate.
What first seems Love, eager to please
Transmutes to Hate with rapid ease.
The Love that first appeared so strong
In Hate is repaid before long.
Love can endure, and Hate can too:
For different ends each pursue you.
Love blossoms – till it starts to fade
From diseased Love raw Hate is made.
The friend who once but loved me well
As new-made foe damns me to hell!
Which is it? Blessing? Curse? Or Fate?
That Love reversed turns into Hate?