Love and Hate

The duality of love and hate is an interesting thing.

Of love and hate, I fear that I’ll never know what it feels to hate.
Can a man be just if he holds no hate for evil?
Will a man live his life to the fullest if he didn’t hate the feeling of missing out on life’s many joys?
And most importantly, how does a man know love without hate?
Of love and hate, I fear that I’ll never know love after finding hate.
If a man does not love, how can he be proud of the work he’s done?
Can a man who doesn’t know love truly know anyone else?
Without love, how can one say they’ve truly lived?
From learning love and hate, I can say that I am glad that I know both.