I hate

«I hate», - these are her words,

That she recently said,

Straining her vocal cords,

Wanting to be a lady, not a maid.

I didn't believe my ears!

How can this even be?

I am one of the best cavaliers!

And she said it to me?

You sent me to fucking hell,

When I was like in paradise.

Your voice has turned into a bell,

And everything went contrariwise

«I hate» from hate away she threw,

And saved my life, saying «not you».*

* The last two lines from William Shakespeare's sonnet 145 Those lips that Love's own hand did make,

23.05.15

P.S. Painting by Jonas Kunickas (Lithuania)