FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

no hatred lasts long
it fades, it is not that strong to defeat time.

Unlike love, it conquers all, it even kills time.
we love, the rules come in,
the walls and fences,
the roof and ceiling, and love becomes more
of a house,
and if we persists, it soon becomes a home,
it shelters,
it is bigger than any thing you can imagine,
it welcomes a stranger,
shakes the hands of fools, and repairs all that
is broken.
Hate becomes the rug, where all the dirt is
kept, and then we say, wash it,
others say, throw it away,
but love goes to the dining table,
fruits and salads, steaks and grills,
we partake, and then we tell our stories,
we all listen, and then we promise to stay,

in truth we can't.