i hate to close my eyes
i might miss a good sight
i hate to open my mouth
i am afraid my words would
hit you beyond bounds
i hate to listen to you
for I doubt your replies
i hate to touch you
my weak points might
soon betray me
i hate to whiff yout flowers
do they mean your love for me
or a wish for my early remise?
these are the things
that I very well hate
but greatly missed whenever
you are not around
there are just some things
that aren’t that easy
to accept nor easy to reject
this poem about the irony of gifts and blessings
of love is a splendid one! LOVED IT!
Keep Writing - Keep the Faith.