SHE LOVES WHAT SHE HATES

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She loves what she hates—

And so she loves me,

And hating, like love, cannot be helped;

We hate what we cannot see,

For seeing is a kind of love,

And is love, in the infinite eye.

Hate obscures our seeing;

She hates me so much it makes her cry.

Her hate is a tear in her eye.

She loses love, not seeing me accurately.

She errs, she mistakes, she slanders me

In hot, passionate hate

Which resembles love; such is her fate,

That others ask, why do you speak

So much of him? Is it hate? Or love—which makes you weak?

 

 

 

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2 Comments

  1. noochinator said,

    September 30, 2016 at 10:41 pm

    They say the opposite of love isn’t murderous hate, it’s utter indifference — but all the same, I much prefer utter indifference!

  2. thomasbrady said,

    October 1, 2016 at 1:07 pm

    I could never be indifferent to you, Nooch!


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