Love and hate
Fighting was their favorite sport
Always at each other's throat
No one was to surrender
Or let a chance to hurt him or her
Their meetings were never the same
Never boring, never lame
Armed with the greatest comebacks,
From hostility and cruelty they never lack
An eye roll or words like fire balls
Enough to trigger the war
One that'll never end
Until one of them bends
Their hate was as clear as the sun
But at least they always had fun
But as they state
There is a thin line between love and hate
And soon between jealousy and lust
And trying to have each other's trust
And those cute lovers' quarrel
It was certainly an interesting kind of hell
But when they seal it with a kiss
Everything turns into bliss
And the lost pieces are finally found
To finish a love so safe and sound...
