as the title says, I wrote this just a little while ago. What it doesn't say is I thought it up on Wednesday as a new poem...but forgot the poetic version:( so here is what I could remember, plus some other stuff I thought up too:) What is love? We know near nothing about it Is it not just a word, given to describe a feeling? Something that you feel? Is that all there is behind it? Then what about hate? What is hate? Hate is bad, and love, good Without bad, there can be no good So...without hate, can there be no love? Love, hate...is it really all that complicated? Or does it just seem that way because that is how we have been brought up to think of it? Something to think about