If hate is what it is,
and desire what it seems,
then are we in love?
Is that which happens between us, enough?
Enough, to keep us in the lean and lonely times.
Enough, to keep us when temptation wanders by?
Enough, to satiate the sadness and make serene the madness of trying to be in love?
If hate is what it seems,
and desire what is,
then are we in love?
Is that which makes us stay side by side,
Seeking, searching to make enjoyable our time,
yes, our time, one, two, three decades of time.
Enough to stand the test of time?
If hate is what it is,
and desire what it seems,
then, we are in love.