To love and hate
and to live and die
is all that seems
to bear passionate fruit
to have absolute meaning
yet indefinable
and only relevant
to those who felt their
warm embrace
naive I am in such ways
I cannot contend
the evidence is dismal
the chords taught.
I am not to have
what I have sought
and threw this space
I express these words
consisting with redundant taste of those with failed love
and lost with passions waste
and thereafter
I am generic
a stereotype
of words among those
who only express
with love and without love
with hate and without hate
and only to conclude
in heartache and pain