You say you hate me, old enemy of mine,
But where did your passionate hatred for me come from?
Did you at one time actually love me?
Was your love not returned to you?
The roots of hate start with love.
Along the path that love turns ugly,
It becomes envy, jealousy, anger,spite,
Until one sees nothing before them,
Except this blinding hatred.
One day along our path in this life,
Our journey will come to an end.
The fog of hate will clear so that love shines again.
A little to late do we see our mistakes,
A little to late do we see the time wasted,
A little to late do we see the love that could have been ours.
Time waits for NO ONE, my friend.
Open your eyes, open your heart,
Love Awaits.
written by Paulette ~8-8-2007~
