Love Must Surely Hate Me

She comes first to elate me
Only then to berate me
My experiences tell me
Love must surely hate me

Her cold manners break me
Her cold hands forsake me
And tomorrow, like today
Love will proceed to ache me

She would never want to kill me
With her jeers she will fill me
After years of torture her
Favourite toy is still me

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