Love and hate

Through  these pains we humans go.
Yet love enlightens and discloses
Thoughts as sweet as summer roses.
Take me back to Northern hills
Where my fraught soul with honey’s filled.
All I want is to be there,
With you ,my love,now grown so dear.
Oh,love is kind and love is rare.
We’ll not discover better fare.
Feed me with such love again,
And I shall be a most blessed one.