With you, I cannot discern day or night,
With you, only you are within my sight.
Oh, dear sweet love
Oh, bitter sweet pain.
Is it not the wild fires through the cement forest,
Is it not the innocent daisies on the undiscovered,
Neglected… insignificant corner of the street.
One utterance, one disregard, once flaw of memory
Twisting affection into tearful abhorrence.
One instant, one kiss, once gentle caress
Returning virtuous hatred to burning compassion.
Oh, hate is but loving’s excess.