For my Fiance, with love
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I hate the way you fart in bed,
I hate when you act under-fed,
I hate the way you hate my mum,
I hate the way that you get glum.
I hate the way your clothes don’t match,
I hate the colds you always catch,
I hate the mess you’re always making,
I hate the piss you’re always taking.
I hate the way I can’t stay cross,
I hate that you won’t let me boss,
I hate the lovely things that you do
And how they make me scared to lose you.
I hate how much I love and need you,
I hate that I can’t help but feed you,
I hate that you won’t let me worry,
I hate that you are first to say ‘sorry’.
I hate the way you’re usually right,
I hate that you don’t snore at night,
I hate that I’m stuck on the penultimate line,
But I’m ever so happy that you are mine.
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