When Love Is Unforgiving Poem by Aslam Marikar

I hate to hate
It makes me not want to love.
Why do I live around such hate?
It makes me distance myself from love.

But even those that hate
Must believe in love.
And when love is hurt, then, I believe, they turn to hate.
Not to hate but to strongly believe that they too once loved.
Taken away as a child, stolen while a youth or damned upon at work.

I hate to hate
But in hate resides love
for you hate to see love hurt and love missed or even love made cheep.

I hope to conqueror my hate
Let me see the love in hate.
That deep desire that you keep alive at night
when no ones watching
In your room, In a tent or even in prison
That memory the unforgiving world in all its mysteries took a way from you.