He who hates not the beloved,
Is not a lover but a saint!
A saint can only be a saint,
For the lover will be a friend.
Love is a mixture of feelings,
Hate is no exception in love,
As you live together as a couple,
You find out the meaning of love.
The emptiness without him,
That brings no happiness,
The urge to be with him always,
And forgetting his stupidity is love!