My amazed ghost, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you skip, walk and hide,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the light yuletide.
Let me compare you to a crazed cherry?
You are more unfazed, banal and active.
Ice bites the debris of February,
And wintertime has the beguiled practive.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your brilliant lip, smile and eyes.
Thinking of your reviled smile fills my days.
My hate for you is the attractive flies.
Now I must away with an open heart,
Remember my wild words whilst we're apart.