Some people say love comes from fate,
Others say it comes with a perfect mate,
And still others say it can not wait 
For you to sit and contemplate.

Some describe love with angels and heavenly gates,
Others say it leaves you feeling great,
And still others say it never comes too late
For you to want a bigger spate.

I say loves comes with no such things,
It brings with it tears, and causes pain,
It proves the sun doesn't shine after all the rain,
No matter what you say, I'll think the same.

I say love only complicates.
I say love equals HATE!