Why do I love you more?
Why don’t I love you less?
I have learned to tolerate the pain
Your thoughts still drive me insane,
The sacred fire
Became the pyre,
As aspirations of love circumvented,
Rising as if it were a phoenix;
I wish I hated you my little elf
But I don’t love you enough to keep you on my shelf
Your eyes are scornful, your lips austere,
Your face oh so very full of fear,
When he made love,
She escaped in an empty abyss,
Her only friend was the chasm,
Every time she came out of that bleak space,