It is better to love than to hate,
For one brings us to edify and create —
The other … complete retaliation
Within the mind, until it’s too late;
But rather a hellish fate;
A life empty and drained —
A melancholy state;
Left for dead,
Alone with no hope:
For all who tried to love,
Your rejected like a rebellious son;
The rain fell,
Disdain did swell.
Now — love no longer dwells.
Better to Love by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse