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,