Not hate,
Loss is a more apt opposite.
I don't hate.
Euphoria is distilled to misery;
Happiness trickles into sadness;
Delight drips to deflation.
Nope, I don't hate.
I'm lost, Love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is poem made me shed a tear Bravo!