It’s an addiction,
A drug
You need it,
Its like a bug.
Its like an army,
Or a war.
A fight
Or a sprawl.

The real feeling is what counts,
When you feel beauty inside
Like an angel.
Or a star.
A knight,
Or a God.

Love is a lot of things.
A wish in every being.
Once you have love, you feel it.
but when you have love, You then develop hate.

Rhys Cadogan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-or-hate-3/