What Shall I Say

What Shall I Say short poem

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Should I say I hate you for you left me
Alone in the middle of life’s journey?
Or should I say I love you for you are the one
who helped to begin my new journey.

Should I say I hate you for now you seek another’s love
or should I say I love you for you are the one
who taught me to love.

Should I say I hate you, for now you are in
Another’s arms.
Or should I say I love you, for once you
Lent those arms to me.

Should I say I hate you for now your eyes
Look at someone else.
Or should I say I love you, for once those
Eyes conveyed to me thoughts innumerable.

Should I say I hate you for now you dream
about someone else.
Or should I say I love you for once we
dreamt together of a beautiful life ahead

Should I say I hate you for now you are
No longer mine.
Or should I still say I love you
For once you were mine.

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Haston Lobo
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Haston Lobo

Wonderful poem!!! Perfectly describes the similar stories of many heart’s!

Zanele Angel
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I shall say I love this poem

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