How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
In ways one could call delicate, yet rough;
With resolution, but a heart that strays;
Excessively, and yet not quite enough;
With all my soul, but still with some reserve;
With passion, but with stretches of ennui;
Courageously, and yet with little nerve;
With recklessness, and yet still cautiously.
I hate you all the ways man can despise,
And thus the count cannot be told by math;
I hate you blindly, yet with open eyes;
I hate you sanely, like a psychopath;
I hate you underneath me, yet above;
I hate you when I think this may be love.
Last edited by Roger Slater; 05-10-2011 at 09:38 AM.
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