"The less I see of her, the more I hate:
The more I hate, the less anger I feel.
The greater my esteem, the less its weight:
I wish her near, the more from her I flee.
Love and hatred, pleasure and ennui.
two arrows fall on me in a single rain
strong is the love, then, that seizes me,
When hatred comes and ‘Vengeance!’ cries.
Thus vain desire forever forces me
To hate the one my heart would have me prize."
— Sep 24, 2024 07:29AM
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