a Strange anomaly we see unfold,
this ardent will to separate,
a Truth as old as truth be told,
the truth of love and hate.
Brazen ambiguity we do adore,
with eager will we emulate,
the Liar 's lies from since before,
those lies he told with hate.
Inasmuch as seen all through,
with fervent choice we celebrate,
a gift the Giver gives so true,
the gift we leave to fate.
Implored upon a senseless race,
who zealous won't appreciate,
the love of Lover's loving grace,
a love more strong than hate.
by: Frank Henderson