One word for love
Two words for hatred
The sweet word passes
From love to hatred

It is a sweet word I whisper
Actually comes from a good heart-whose
I shouldn't border with my honesty
People say that is one glen only

For now I have nothing to offer
But the moment for the fact is granted
It is not a big fact, it isn't small either
It could be the true thing and a good gesture

It may sound like a sad lyric 
Or a man well mean
But it contains a language specially fitted
For people who reflect on true senses

If I could carve what I see
but only real idea is popping
And fact is only pilled
For one sense or three

One word for light
Two words for darkness
the word fast passes
From light to darkness.