Love spoke softly but with importance. Hate's head was at a downward angle. Love and hate were anxious. Love swam in white waters. The waves washed up on a beach with black, glittering sand. As the tide rose the black sand leaked into the sea. At first the sand was gentle and a light shade of gray crept to mix with white. Ultimately however, the purity of the waters were consumed by the dark sand. With the waters now tainted the line between land and sea disappeared into an abyss.
From beneath the surface of the sea hate stood on the corals, his gaze cutting through the shades of gray and black. Love walked above Hate on the water, her bare feet stained with the wrath of the sea. She pondered. The world it seemed was lost inside itself. Fat with vanity and now self-destruction.
Love broke through the sea and made a path for hate to reach her. What could she say to hate to make him understand? In the end they would be seperated. Their affair would eventually end when the conclusion of life was about. Love tried to make hate see that they were victims. The people of earth would decide, beginning with their own hearts and leading to the hearts of society whay would become of love and hate. Their destiny lay in the hearts of man. Hate lay down with his head resting on love's womb. Hate pondered. Then he asked love a question she could not answer. Just as lover's cannot survive without each other, just as Shakespeare had discovered with Romeo and Juliet, how could love exist without hate? Love and hate lay in the sea like children. Love cradled hate and hate caressed love's affection.