Hate...

I hear my heart weep and wail around the clock She cries and whimpers raged thumping my chest with knocks It's not a bruise or a scratch, not a slash or a tear Her ache is beyond my competence; no remedy is there When I ask my heart what causes her to twinge and throb Her tears rush down quicker, crys grow louder, and she begins to truly sob I crave to know what set afloat such profound agony It must be an illness which her eyes can solely see What ailing could be so cruel and heartless I can't make out What is it that attacked my fragile heart and settled in her pouch? All I hear is crying. All I endure is her pain There's nothing I can do; this illness is too vain Struggling to calm her down one night, I fell to a yawning sleep A mighty shake awoke me. My heart wishes to speak In silence I await her declaration as she weeps and moans Without a word she points towards my mind hinting to unlock the door I sealed my eyes and softly unclosed the fastened door To see facing me the disease which prompts her to mourn Hate! Hate is the illness filling my heart with misery Hate is the foe that assaulted her purity A sigh of relief she makes now that I am aware Though I can't indicate how hate made through when I dealt her with care I yearn to know this sinless, virginal heart holds hate for whom Petrified I am with the answer, this hate my heart holds is for you...