I Love You Miss But I Loathe Your Age! ! ! Poem by Milova Matthias

There's nothing in this world I hate
In all her beauty and splendour
As much as I loathe your very age
That's kept my love behind closed doors
Because I am one a score and two
And you are two times over mine
That means I can't ever be sworn to you
For our world is farther from very fine.

So I hate the unfair
In our age difference
For I can't reach your love
Nor your love to shove
Because tradition will gather to mock me
And doctrines hold sessions to judge me
How it hurts like hell to only admire you from afar
To only crush on you and like a habit to suffer.

So I'm in this nemesis and it's your fault
Since you chose to be born before I was
Yet, not thy wealth nor status or thy worth
For those ones in age I can meet up
Not even thy rigid heart, thy taste or thy likes
For that to change in time I can surely try
But your age, your very age that never waits
For me to grow up in my ace

And though I am ready to bridge this barrier
But tradition and doctrine May disown me
Look, they may even ruin my carrier
If I stood my feet when fate says we can not be

I do not know whether this reads a poem or not
I have only poured out my heart the way I feel
That I loathe your age which stands against our love
Which makes this dream of you less than a wish

So it's true I love you miss but I loathe thy years
That's kept my selfless love in rheums and tears
And though I am striving to grow up fast and join you
But the more I grow you never stay, you grow in age too.