My haunting fear, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you stay, stuck and sit,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the hypocrite.

Let me compare you to a sanctuary?
You are more rising and suffocating
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the daunting dating.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your vaunting cold, empty and dark.
Thinking of your great empty fills my days.
My hate for you is the mackerel shark.

Now I must away with a wanting heart,
Remember my green words whilst we're apart.