I love your eyes,
Yet I hate the coldness in your soul.
I love your smile,
Yet I hate the harshness of your voice.
I love your hair’s soft curls,
Yet I hate its unkempt look.
I love your sweet perfume,
Yet I hate the bitter undertone of your scent.
I love dreaming of you,
Yet I hate the thoughts that haunt me.
I love you deeply,
Yet find myself tangled in hate.
I love your appearance,
Yet I hate your careless style.
I love your free spirit,
Yet I hate the distance it creates.
I find endless reasons to hate you,
Yet it only deepens my love.