The opposite of love is love

Lonely paths leading to an unknown land,
we keep walking.
Rain to come wash the sun from the desert,
we keep wishing.
Mind bleeds trust from deep stabs of betrayal,
we’ll mend the scar.
Heart sweats out blood from betrayal of trust,
but it won’t mar.
Love is just like the bat that flies at noon,
it’s very blind.
Though betrayal came in form of a kiss,
man was still kind.
The opposite of love is love, we’ll show,
break all hate arrows and leave Cupid’s bow.

Wildkhard