«I hate», - these are her words,
That she recently said,
Straining her vocal cords,
Wanting to be a lady, not a maid.
I didn't believe my ears!
How can this even be?
I am one of the best cavaliers!
And she said it to me?
You sent me to fucking hell,
When I was like in paradise.
Your voice has turned into a bell,
And everything went contrariwise
«I hate» from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying «not you».*
* The last two lines from William Shakespeare's sonnet 145 Those lips that Love's own hand did make,
23.05.15
P.S. Painting by Jonas Kunickas (Lithuania)
I hate
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