No answer

Love is a funny thing,
It makes you laugh,
It makes you hurt.

Love is the thing you can't live without,
something you can choose to hate,
But in the end it's just your fate.

Love is what we endure,
it doesn't have a cure,
it can't fixed,
or put off until tomorrow.

Love makes your life all worth while,
all the while,
it makes you tired.

Why is love the beginning of hate,
Why do they seem to come hand in hand,
this is a question with no answer.