Love is the strangest thing: both richer and poorer than its sibling, hate.

So selfishly selfless

With its need to give: and unsaid expectation to get.

So hopelessly hypocritical

With its false promises of tolerance and understanding.

As warm as a cosy fire

(But hotter than the wrath of Zeus)

As cool as the Moon’s radiance

(But colder than the Arctic ice)

Forged to last at least till death

(Crushed underfoot at first opportunity)

Love is the strangest thing-

So much better to guiltlessly hate;

Or perhaps not feel at all.

Love is the strangest thing-

For in spite of all:

Love is something you can’t bring yourself to hate.

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written by idiot, November 07, 2009

Nice one

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written by Abhishek Chakrabarti, November 08, 2009

Thank you

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written by Anuradha Banerji, November 08, 2009

that's beautiful!!

i loved the last line... "love is soething you can't bring yourself to hate" .

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written by umbrella, November 09, 2009

wow ! couldn't have said better.
"Love is the strangest thing-
Or perhaps not feel at all"...these lines remind me of arranged marriages

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written by Pavalamani Pragasam, November 12, 2009

Graphically true!!!

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written by IdleMind, November 13, 2009

LOL ... but this is one very important thing in love - that one can't hate! Nice poem ... and well crafted.

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