You would never know,

How much you meant to me,

I hate you so,

And love you still more.

For all those moments,

That has slipped past us,

I would hate to admit,

It delights me to the core.

Good times or bad,

Whatever we have been through,

We have travelled it together,

Somehow that matters more.

And when we would part,

With sorrows deep,

There would be still,

Beautiful memoirs to keep.