I hate your smile because it let me in,
I hate your eyes: they look like my night dream.
I hate your lips: I want be kissed by them,
I hate your arms, because they are my clamp.
I hate your hair, because it’s so soft,
I hate your ave: for me it’s always loft.
I hate your touch, because I go mad,
I hate your being: without it I sad.
I hate your voice: I wish it told me:’My’.
But most I hate – I can’t hate, but I try.