A Temporary Hatred

Hating isn't for whole of my life, Yet in here, I have to create a strife. We shall wait till the poem, I finish Then I'll embrace thee going swinish. Grant me now, I'll pretend, My hatred will blow to an end. Ever since the time we met, My loathing grew strong, I bet. Don't advance near me, ever The glare I bear here will lever, That will throw thee to a distant, Never to be, anyway persistent. Farther away shall thee go As I yell with a wrinkled brow, Yet my heart shall cry in fear Lest we lose the closeness, so clear. I am almost getting over Come nearer, let's see the changeover I am a Q whose life will be vainly dark If I am alone like in a lone park.