He looks at me with a face of bitterness and resentment
As if he hated every inch of me
I look back as I were looking at a commoner of lower class
My mother keeps telling me that I love him
I can see why
Just the way he looks at me with antipathy makes me want to go and rub my face all in his belly
I do not know why I love him so
But somewhere deep inside him I know that he loves me back.