Alchemy Of Love

Why do you love me? Is it for my happiness or yours? If I obstruct you to love me Will it be turn into hatred? Do you do something For me in the hope of return? If I do not give you any fruit Or satisfy your desire Will you not stop doing anything? All these questions may offend you And your love May turned into concealed hatred The truth is There is no love But it is a semblance of love In fact the love is a form of hatred It exists within Is there no way to give birth Or help to bloom the flower of love? Love is neither born Or die, it is there, eternal The only way is to kill hatred By plucking the stone of it From the stream of love And see your face In the mirrors of animate and inanimate Or be the mirrors both of them Love will start to flow Unconditional