Love, Loathe Poem by Brian Hinckley
Love, Loathe
I can picture
every move you make.
Stealing my breath
with every glance.
I love you
and I loathe you
for what you made of me.
When every line I write
is about you.
I wish I could stop,
but I know I never will.
Controlling me,
though you don't know.
I wish I could stop,
I loathe you,
I love you.
The lines have blurred.
Someday I'll learn,
but not today.
Today I love you,
and tomorrow we'll see.
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4/30/2024 6:10:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Whenever I read one of your poems, I hear you reading it lol; ah, good times in public speaking! Simple, but effective...solid ending. You never know what tomorrow will bring! -Michael