A day of love,

A night of hate,

Is it from a dove?

Not to hate?

Put on this glove,

To keep it straight,

You broke my heart,

This night's too late,

To even start,

Isn't it great?

To love someone so much,

It hurts to touch,

To love someone so much,

You can't believe you're even in touch,

In touch with yourself,

And, someone else,

Some things are just better off left alone,

Until, maybe I'm even more grown.

By: Adam Gilbreath