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 end<br /><br />Patricia Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fine-line-3/
