"My only love sprung from my only hate."
Except I never knew I loved, not until I learned to hate. In any case, those words were spoken long ago, not merely in another country, but in another world. A world so like ours, yet so different. She comes from that other world. He brought her to mine. My hate. My love.
My only love, stolen by my only hate.
Back to "The Bridle Path"! Can't expect to hold those horses for too long.