passionate words

Demolished by Beauty

How can I compose
While consumed in awe
By the lofty tales of a bard?  

How can I sing
With tearful eyes,
When I’ve been razed to dust
By a whirlwind of truth?

“Perfection,”
Rips through my mind  
And I must indulge
Getting good and lost
In the curves  
Of her heavenly songs

To put this in more perspective: love and hate sit on opposite ends of the same spectrum.
So yes, love and hate are the same thing. Passion