Hate and love tis a very fine line br One walked daily for some br By candlelight they dine br Then fight like ravens over the last crumb br br Love when the satisfaction arrives br But hate when the words begin to stir br Seen through each heart is love’s knifes br How she prays they could be like they were br br Before his heart became stubborn br And advantage was his best friend br But she lays silent and her heart does mourn br As she whispers low and prays for the endbr br Patricia Galebr br