Don’t Hate…. The blatant hate of one’s blessed fate And you try to taint a seedling so great Yet you fail to state the reason you berate So it’s you who fails and can’t make the grade And the need, it seems, to cut at the knees Leads me to believe there’s more up her sleeve It’s not just the seed conceived by the deed Instead it’s her dreams that feed such a greed I find in my time of those lives who disguise Such eyes go blind to life’s fruitful ties Besides whatever lies reside in your mind I cry not, for mine is kind and sublime The Rose you so loathe and has you so froze That soul so old who glows as she strolls Knows no role to which you pose or behold Nor knows why she impose your heart to be cold But such luck would come when one is undone And done, I am not for there’s more to be won So love, there are some who hearts aren’t so numb To one, who has a young, my time has just begun