To hate a thing
That one holds dear
Not to love a thing
From afar.
No, nearest despising is what is queer.
Angel washes, love absolves.
You hate them as they feed your soul

It's love!
She shouts
Not you or I
I would not know what mysterious force
Binds us, two girls.
Yet I do know
I do love her
Yet her I loathe,
She needs me as I feed her soul.