Hate کے بول

OK, how I hate you For making me want you so How I hate myself For being so weak How I hate your tempting glances Or worse yet; your ignorance How I hale my effort How I hate what you bring out in me And your effortless magnetism How I hate the things I do for you To wake your desire How I hate the all devouring Solitude that your smile transposes How I hate the fact You could have whom ever you want How I hate the way You make me wish i was among those How I hate your exquisite taste Your sleekness and grace How I hate my lack thereof And the longing to match you How I hate you stir in me I'd die for you, you know How I hate the irony Insane that this is love