I hate the breeze cause it blows a sweet caress
The way you used to hold me against your breasts
I hate the sun cause it sends its tender heat
The way the passion burned from our head to our feet
I hate the rhythm of the ocean
It reminds me of how we danced with every notion
I hate the song the birds sing
It reminds me of how we talked about everything
I hate the wonderful fragrance of the rose
Cause it reminds me of your scent that filled my nose
I hate the softness of the summer grass
Cause it reminds me of our picnics in the past
I hate the waves that rush to the shore
Most of all I hate me for not loving you more
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