I hate you like a bewitching moon that enslaves the unsullied waves, demanding them to dance to its hymn...
I hate you like a tempestuous wave that disrupts the lulled sand, drenching its warm cosy blanket...
I hate you like a swirling rush of mighty sand that ceases the gleaming fire, devouring on its blaze...
I hate you like a imperious fire slaying the tranquil wood, reducing it inch by inch...
But I love you like the tender dark cloud that would burst into tears , liberating the agonizing wood from clenches of fire...
And gaze upon it distantly and stealithly.. with eyes full of passion...
