The hate for you lessens day by day,
It cannot be changed by the words you say,
Gazing at your eye make me question
Do those hazel pearls belong to awry clay,
Which has a dry and rugged facade,
But your ivory smile leaves me awed,
That does not disguise the truth you are odd,
We both pierce our souls with sharp scrutiny,
Wondering if love for you is the destiny,
To conquer it, against my mind befall a mutiny,
You being a reflection stuck in a mirror until I move,
The more I look at you the more I approve,
Even though I turn away my face,
As I throw a gaze,
Slowly I grow fond of you,
Races my heart as this feeling is new,
My reflection stares back at my curves,
It does surely gets on my nerves,
The feeling I have for you is neither love nor hate,
In my mind, there goes an ongoing debate.

© Swaathy