I hate the clouds that wander,
I hate the sky without thunder.
I hate the garden with flowers,
Just like I hate the way you stay.
I love to see you lie,
I love how time fly.
I love how life is slow,
Just like i love when you feel low.
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The Seasoned LOVEPoetry
When you first meet someone.. there's this feeling that arises, often confused among Love and Likeness, confusion of shadow remains. There are short poems within on Love, Hate, Confusion and a lot of metaphors to describe the 3 basics.