When i hate to hate LOVE
Love I once tasted, engrossed in it I ended, but now I hate to love even though I can feel the love.
Human with their predetermined destiny, a sojourner on earth, full of pot holes, the path of man non-ending it seems. When I started to love, I felt on top of the world. I mean love that is ready to sacrifice in return, love that gives no excuses, love that is ready to sacrifice, never remembering we are meant to path.
First love I tasted, sweet like honey.
Second love I tasted, our path full of thorns.
Third love I tasted, regret serves my certificate.
In this world of distrust, you respect a lady, she sees you as a fool, you pledge not the defile her, she sees you as an impotent, you pledge to always spend your time with her, she sees you as a jobless person.
Why then do we love?
To end up with regrets?, disappointment?, to come up with a resolution never to love again? or to even conclude to be a messenger of doom for the opposite sex?.
In my inner chamber, without love, comfort serves my companion, why then do we love and end up hurting ourselves, leave love for those who can love, it is not a must for only a fool will love out of the context of love.
I hate to love when I hate to live,
I hate to live when I hate to love,
Why then can't I live and love, actualization of this dream is all I crave for....
Love is never a sin, It turns to a sin when you start to love for your selfish interest, never engage in love with a selfish interest because it will later amount to nothing...
For those who are in the spirit with me, I believe in love.
