Blessed Mistake

I hate you but how I love you dearest,

With angry mind I'd carve your sweetest smile,

Love your thanks and strive to be the nearest,

But each step closer run away a mile.

Let me loathe your fierce anger, dear darling,

Let me hate each flawless imperfection

In this everlasting, this vicious ring.

Let me hate your love and sweet affection

Faithful as it has always been and will.

I never meant to fall in this so deep.

This game was meant your heart, not mine, to kill.

You in ignorance of that fore'er keep,

I ask just one thing for you to give me,

O god, from this blessed mistake, set me free.