Hate

They say it is equal to love

The strength of passion in a different form

I feel only one emotion

When you whisper that you love me

Looming over my slumped body

I look up at you

Who opened my locked heart like a rosebud come spring

Thinking about those before you

Rough like the obstreperous waves of a tempest-riddled ocean

The feeling of your hand against my cheek

Soothing like the brush of tide on sun-kissed sand

When you whisper that you love me

I feel only one emotion

The strength of passion in a different form

They say it is equal to hate

Love