Love Hate Love

love, you twisting beast;
I thought we were related,

but you're such a slippery devil
with much too much cunning...

although, I surmise, we were forced
in our first meeting, with unkindness,
　
but I have a sneaking feeling, that in due time
we can become acquainted corretly - and it'll last

because though we've rammed our heads before, in the past, we're never really done
as there's no living without the slightest shimmer of hope - besides hate's far too haughty