I can picture <br />every move you make. <br />Stealing my breath <br />with every glance. <br />I love you <br />and I loathe you <br />for what you made of me. <br />When every line I write <br />is about you. <br /> <br />I wish I could stop, <br />but I know I never will. <br />Controlling me, <br />though you don't know. <br />I wish I could stop, <br />I loathe you, <br />I love you. <br />The lines have blurred. <br /> <br />Someday I'll learn, <br />but not today. <br />Today I love you, <br />and tomorrow we'll see.<br /><br />Brian Hinckley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-loathe/
