I love you
The way your eyes meet mine.
Their vibrant blue
With patches of green.
They remind me of the earth.
And sometimes
I think that if you look at me
You will give me the world
In one simple glance.

I hate you
The way your eyes meet mine.
The way you look at me.
It is not sincere.
Not loving like it should be.
How can I know
If you will give me the world.
Or turn around
And give it to someone else.