How be it Sin to Love when it's a Sin to Hate

For he is nothing that we
cannot begin to comprehend
You are not wrong to deem him this
but to decree wrong is the err
I am like him and so be us all
a human enduring the simplest
pleasure that we ever to hate
let not who we love conjure loathing
if we insist on feeling such a thing
and if love is wild and free then
who we love shall not love forestall
for not to love would be a sin
and in such a case we never win

The End

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