---< THE LOVE OF HATE >---

I may be old and cold

Not in age but in style.

The beauty in the nightmare 

Stares at me and asked

Why can't be you modern?

I smiled and said my love is sincere

And I can't add styles to it.

When she thought that she is a prisoner

But she is not and she don't know that.

Even then she loves me 

But the love the way in the mistake 

Which happened to her once

And she still loves me with the love

But the love of hate.

When the show has just begun,

The curtain raised to the top

And the stage was empty filled 

Nothing found but the corpse of love

Which is to be buried 

Not in the earth but in heart.

She stands on top of the corpse.

And loudly pronounced to herself that

The big mistake happened once

In her life has gone for ever.

Even she hides the feelings

But in her heart it will express out

As anger and love

But the love of hate.

The love of hate is

Neither a love nor a hate

But its a love of hate

It hurts and its a pain

Which can freeze even a vein...