Indeed indeed, I cannot tell, <br />Though I ponder on it well, <br />Which were easier to state, <br />All my love or all my hate. <br />Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me <br />When I say thou dost disgust me. <br />O, I hate thee with a hate <br />That would fain annihilate; <br />Yet sometimes against my will, <br />My dear friend, I love thee still. <br />It were treason to our love, <br />And a sin to God above, <br />One iota to abate <br />Of a pure impartial hate.<br /><br />Henry David Thoreau<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indeed-indeed-i-cannot-tell/
