The Hate He Felt For Me

If I had known that he cared not for me I would have dropped him, like a burning stone Too blinded I, by silly love, to see The hatred that he bore me to the bone If I had seen beyond his wit, and charm I could have passed him by upon the street Protected heart from hurt, and pride from harm Refrained from falling, fawning, at his feet I should have sensed the loathing in his touch The cold resentment in his blood and bile Too lost was I, in silly love, too much To see the silent scorn behind his smile Now he is gone, and I shall ever be Astounded by the hate he felt for me by Gail