Nature's Love And Hate or Fate?

Many people live, for few common goals,

For wealth and romance, achievements and love,

Some hearts are filled with joy, some are left only as holes.

Thus, when death arrives, they’ll fly off as doves.

But where has this strange thing called love come from?

And why has it gone, from fathers and mothers,

Nature, you may have given love to some, and taken its beauty from others.

Why are those, thoughtful, pure at heart,

Never given love their mind, kind and true?

And always felt so far apart?

As nature is beautiful, and humans deserve it too.

Nature seems to be the boss of love and hate,

But really, it’s not up to it, but fate.