Meestal heb ik heel veel moeite om gevoelens van liefde die mijn hoofdpersonages hebben te omschrijven. Maar omdat het me vandaag redelijk gelukt is om te zeggen wat ik wil, wil ik dit toch even met jullie delen
How I Hate it
Oh, how she tries to slip into my mind,
With flaming hair and sparkling eyes.
A girl so playful, and yet so wise,
How I hate it when she tries.
Oh, how she tries to steal my heart,
With speaking eyes and a smile so bright
That every glance can soothe my scars.
How I hate it when she tries.
Oh, how I try to turn away,
To see the wild and treacherous child,
The thousand roles she tends to play.
How I hate it when I try.
Oh, how I try to turn my back,
To turn to stone and send her off,
And forget she shares my mind.
Oh, how I hate it when I love.
Oh, how she tries to slip into my mind,
With flaming hair and sparkling eyes.
A girl so playful, and yet so wise,
How I hate it when she tries.
Oh, how she tries to steal my heart,
With speaking eyes and a smile so bright
That every glance can soothe my scars.
How I hate it when she tries.
Oh, how I try to turn away,
To see the wild and treacherous child,
The thousand roles she tends to play.
How I hate it when I try.
Oh, how I try to turn my back,
To turn to stone and send her off,
And forget she shares my mind.
Oh, how I hate it when I love.
We dwaalden en verdwaalden en noemden sterren naar onszelf.