Hate to Love
Hate to Love2 mins 179 2 mins 179
I hate the man that I love
He gives me problems galore.
Tall and fair, with his hair growing bald,
He does what he thinks he can.
Sometimes the words that he speaks
Comes out sharper than the sword,
He speaks his mind, without realising the discord that they cause.
The other times, he leaves the words unspoken,
Leaving it to me to draw conclusions,
Which he has the liberty to then disprove
Causing me despair and gloom.
Sometimes he gets annoyed for no rhyme or reason
Then withdraws without giving me a chance to explain,
And if I happen to do so, then conveniently complain.
I have tried many times to fight my feelings, but simply can’t.
Despite everything, for too long I can’t seem to be far apart.
Logic is one thing, but I am a human being and have a heart,
I have been like this right from the start.
All said and done, he cares,
To find such a man is rare,
Who empowers you to fight your own battles
And steps in silence when you don’t even realise he is there.
Who calls spade a spade,
Then smiles to set your heart ablaze.
His words provoke you, and it is his words that give you calm,
Who gives you the feeling that other than you
that moment he wants to be with no one.
An impatient man, he is patient with you
Then pretends that what he did is nothing new.
His silence speaks louder than actions sometimes,
Even though his words give away nothing otherwise.
Sometimes he pretends to be more interested than me in his book,
Other times he reads my mind like an open book, giving me nowhere to look.
He has me, and I have him,
Fortunately such is our fate;
Thinking of him still keeps me awake.
Then I pretend that I don’t care,
Until he is in front and I can no longer dare.
The man who I hate to love
but can’t love to hate.
From hereon better I leave things unsaid,
But is it now too late?