I hate the world for turning.

I hate the plants for growing.

I hate the sun for shining.

And i hate the way the wind blows.

I hate that wind that blows through your hair.

your hair that i long to touch.

I hate that hair that covers your eyes.

Your eyes that i long to see into.

I hate your eyes for their alluring color.

Then why is that color my favorite?

I hate your face for frowning at me, whenever i catch your smile.

I hate your frown for that is the thing that undos me.

I hate that you have this affect.

This affect of hate and love.

but most of all, i hate that “love” was part of the last sentence.