Feelings!

Hate is a beautiful thing. Full of feeling, who we hate it who we feel for.

Love is a wonderful thing. Supposedly it has feelings pouring from the brims like a flooding river.

Both holds great strengh.
It flushes the body like the tides coming in hitting thebody.
These two amazing but destructive feelings come and go like the tide.
Hitting the depths of our soul like the white washed cliffs.
Feelings tell us what is going on in our minds, and around us like the moon telling the tide to move at these precise moments.
But who or what is the moon?
Heart felt breaks and heals at these beautiful times.
Love making our heart throbe, beat faster like the sweltring sun, coursing its rays over the earths body.
Bodys clear as the spring day, blue sky, dewy smell driping from the body of the land and warmth and clour tipping from the brims of the hours passing.
Hate floods our soul like the misty damp nights that pass, mist falling over the eyes reach.
Flooding use with strengh and feeling crushing the soul.
Diming and slowing the heart beaming out darkness with only the moon to shine.
dark - hate
Love and hate the most important feelings to each being.
Ying and yang.
Love brightning the day whilst the darkness must come, hate is inevetable.
These feelings, over you and I, over objects, over words over the world its self.
Battling one another to the last breath.
Seconds for the tiering effects of this fight, the sun and the wind, the story prevails.
The soul and the heart linked, siemeise twins.
Becoming slowelly with age, withered and tired of these spars, becoming dim, motionless and numb.
No more feelings, giving up like the two battling stags, yet to fight another day for there rightful place.
Never to live in peace and harmony.