Every time I see you, butterflies invade my core,
Fluttering in my stomach, shaking me to my very core.
Oh, how I wish it were rage, burning in my chest,
But no, it's something deeper, a love I can't protest.

I hate you, yes, I hate what you've done,
Shattering my soul, leaving me undone.
And yet, despite the pain, despite the despair,
I cannot find it within me to truly declare.

For within the depths of my...