There is no easy way, but starting is the half the battle.

Hate is easier to express and yields a feeling of instant gratification which is reinforced as a result. In the end it means nothing to, or

The sun in my face.  Serving as my enemy. It’s kisses sting my neck. I look around. It’s just me here.

Wherever you stand, do not take for granted, the moment and ability to pause hear the [birds chirping]. It is only a dream to many.

Poems to think about. Love... we all want and need!