Neither love nor detest makes difference.
Each sprung from the heart, the soul and withers.
When time and space is no interference,
Emotions die not when not together.
The words not spoken always understood,
The woe of tomorrow remains unsure.
For what word could convey what unseen should?
Both love and hate remain forever pure.
Born from affection deep, turned into loath,
Despair and rejoice never disappear.
Happiness and sorrow present in both,
This curse will stay even when the end's near.
What form of existence remain without?
Not a single life, no, without a doubt.