The opposite of love is love

Love comes in lines, circles, squares and colours
Just like our lives
Doing to us what we do not expect
Like wild bee hives.

Love happens in so many different ways.
It is like rain
It happens when it happens, giving joy
And sometimes pain

Love gifts and takes for different reasons
Sometimes it hurts.
But true love will survive every season
Just like stone shirts.

The opposite of love is love that prays
And cries at night
For a while, until another tunnel comes
Bearing new light.

Miidong