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I love her like how I love the summer
I love how she cares for her peers I feel as if she'll be the only one I'll ever truly love
I've grown accustomed to this feeling after a few years
I love how she doesn't judge a book by its cover
I love how she helps her peers get over their fears
Sadly I hate her understanding of love, or lack thereof
I hate how she believes everything she hears
I hate how she likes watching people suffer
But still I love how she volunteers
I love how she loves doves
I love how she likes to keep souvenirs
I love how she wants to be a drummer
Sometimes when im doing things the thought of her just appears
Sadly it hurts to be in love
I hate how she makes sure I know she loves another
She makes me think all I do is interfere
All she does is shove
But I still get nervous when she nears
Because I still love how she cooks me supper
I love how when im sad she'll try and wipe away my tears
I just want to be loved
I hate how her voice still sounds like music to my ears
I don't even think I want to be her lover
Now being around her is one of my biggest fears
I'm now scared of being loved
She now wants me to adhere
I don't even think I want to touch her
I get scared when she nears
She thinks I still want to be her beloved
But, I think I still love her like how I love the summer