Hate - With Love..

If you hate me,

Do that with the fierceness

Of an enemy,

Don’t be the sour grape

Dipped in honey.

Let your hate be pure,

As the mother’s love

Be merciless like a carnivore.

Then, there’s a chance

The moon might illuminate

The road that leads to my heart

And once you are here,

Be assured

To drenched with the wine of love,

Pouring from the sky.