Very nicely done. If you don't mind...your title inspired me.
Of love; it's passions sweeter side,
It's gentleness like rain.
It soothes the hurting part of us,
And wins out over pain.
Of hate; it's bitter and rebuke,
It's passion gone arye.
It's hurtful and it does consume,
All that is close by.
In all we do within our lives,
These feelings we must temper.
For either left to run amuck,
Can kill as if were pepper.
(was stuck on a rhyming word at the end there. Thought of too much pepper spoils the broth. No reference to our sweet Pepper...lol)