Its love itself. As so many hate it, many more love it. the complexity is wonderful, but at the same time, so is the simplicity. poets are able to capture love in so many ways, which is why it is everything you described. because we as poets, unlock its hidden meanings.
Oooh, a riddle! I love riddles.
I'll ponder on this for a while. While I'm at it, will you read my poem "Dingle Fritz and Fritzle Ding"? It's a riddle, too. Give it a guess.
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I think it's the sun.
a god of love: it gives life to things on earth, a very godlike power
far away: millions of miles
always there: even if we can't see it for half the day
pulls on our hearts: a tough one... maybe because it often represents happiness
befriended by poets: it's a great poetic symbol for good or power
loved by many: farmers, tanners, solar-power industries, cold-blooded reptiles, etc.
hated by several: like that guy on Benchwarmers
pale and weak: "pale" meaning white, "weak" meaning small (compared to our sky)
bright and strong: it lights up the whole solar system
always watching: except on solar eclipses, maybe
turns away: during the night
I'm 16 and insane
and I am not the best person to ask about me
but here goes nothing
I am a hopless romanitc, for the world as well as myself
I am a dreamer, I am a schemer
I am a ranter, I am .. more..