Look how I see her smile, like blossoms that fall in spring’s soft style. I know it’s love—so pure, so true, a warmth my heart still clings unto. Look how she looks at me, cold as the snow on a winter sea. I know it’s hate—so sharp, so deep, a wound that never falls asleep. But why, oh why, must hate remain? Why must her eyes bring so much pain? It was her who chose to go, without a word, without hello. Give me a reason to hate her face, to end this ache I can’t erase. She left without a hint or sign, no final word to draw the line. Now I’m lost in love’s divide, should I love or curse inside? My heart still beats for her so near, though I know it brings me tears. I want to see her crescent smile, her rosy lips that once beguiled. Her diamond eyes, her gentle grace— it’s only her I wish to face. Goodbyes hurt, but those unspoken leave the soul completely broken. It burns like hell, this endless pain, a fire that time cannot contain. Yet I’m willing to suffer through, if it means one glimpse of you.