If justice were to trot out her scales,
What would the balance be?
If we weighed my love for you,
Would it equal your love for me?

It seems that love’s a seesaw
With me teetering on the brink.
If love is white and hate is black
Is gray when love’s extinct?

If I found the in-between,
Would it be a happy place?
Or would it just be misery,
A floating into space?

The verse of love at times is sweet
But bitter the refrain.
However, to refrain from love,
I couldn’t stand the pain.