I begin to wonder if I know more about hate than I do know about love
But, I do feel that I was more rewarded by it.
It has been my quest to understand love more that some began to hate me for it
But, I would say it is less of me to control love but to get a custom to its embrace.
I know love is attended to be the mirror opposite of hate
But, I find they both have a stronghold upon the other’s border than protecting their own.
I know I could attempt to make references upon hate to build upon love
But, I find it is less effective than building love upon love.
These loves to build the foundation is more of love that I can share
But, it is less of these loves that are attended to be treated as secret desires.
My dull reality can make my dreams so vibrant that could make them feel more so real
But, some dreams affect me more than my astigmatism does.
These desires have infected some of my dreams of love
But, they have become nightmares to some people who just want to be a friend if spoken.
My ideal dreams come more into focus when the radio just turns on in the morning.
The love that I do know does have a slight cold feeling where heat is felt upon hate
But, they fail to quench the others out with other’s feelings.
The most inviting love that I felt is what others justify their friendship to me
But, they do make me dwell upon other things.One could be is my past feeling others experienced with me who I had called a friend
But, the others seem to fail upon showing me that kind of love before.
The explanation of that desired love is directed to those who I wish to call a friend
But yet, they seem to think that I refer to them more as the failures of that love instead.
It is true others may have had a fling with that emotional experience with me
But, it had more an ephemeral experience with me.
Another could be is if that is all what friendship is meant to be then what is love really is.