I Love You/I Hate You.

I LOVE YOU

Three words hang in my throat.

If I should scream them at the top of my lungs,

Sing them like a song,

Whisper them into your ears,

I know not.

Just like the number of the letters of these words,

I have written in eight lines.

I love you.

I HATE YOU

If words were swords,

I'd thrust you with them.

If this poem were a time bomb,

I'd wrap it up and give to you as a gift.