True love will only elate

Love or hate Lies in the hands of fate One can't open the gate Of one's own mate At any rate Neither can one exacerbate How one relate Nor can they recognize your state All one does is just extrapolate No one would wait Till the other have the time to think straight One might as well annihilate Without a wait Those that couldn't differentiate Or underestimate For they manipulate Even the great One has to realize before it's too late Enough to be fortunate To have a love that elate One could think before one date ©writer_siri