In the heart's secret chambers, they reside,
Love and hatred, entwined like ivy vines.
One, a gentle whisper, the other a tempest,
Yet both share the same roots, the same genesis.
**Love**, oh sweet elixir of the soul,
A sun-kissed morning, dew on petals unfurled.
It weaves ribbons of warmth, tender and true,
A symphony of sighs, a dance for two.
In love's embrace, we find solace and flight,
The...