Hate Love Hate

I hate all this weather we're having

I love a shot on goal

I hate the way stars lap upon a deserted beach

I love it when a train passes

I hate it when people paint shop doorways

I love blue socks

I hate the way people spin this planet 

I love ploughing my beard

I hate the way hills go up steeply

I love the rustling of plastic bags

I hate the colour of trees in winter

I love the sound of frozen breath 

I hate wind-turbines on hill tops

I love broken smiles

I hate the rigidity of grass

I love the silence of wind

I hate the tick of a clock

I love the tock 

I hate it when fish block the escalator on the underground when carry too much shopping in a pink balloon 

Trifle

Suitcase 

Football...

I love sound of a fresh mown lawn

I love writing nonsense poems 

but white is the wrong colour

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Love

Understanding foibles 

feeling right

distance no object

pain when not together 

someone thinking about me

someone to think about

an irreplaceable history 

no words needed

our things and our places

she knows me 

...and I her