Perugina
Whenever I express love, it rings true,
And when I speak words of hate, that too.
For at times, my hate may overpower,
Yet more often, love blooms, like a flower,
For you.
But what is love without some trace of hate?
And what is hatred without a love-filled state?...
And when I speak words of hate, that too.
For at times, my hate may overpower,
Yet more often, love blooms, like a flower,
For you.
But what is love without some trace of hate?
And what is hatred without a love-filled state?...