In Fire And Blood Poem by Marco Antonio Solano

I detest to beg and begging I wait
waiting my heart goes from fire to ice
going, longing soon it will be too late
loving, knowing it is you I despise

I hate loving you, but love to hate you
before loving you, I will rather die
but die to love you, for I long your touch
and without your touch, I laugh in my cry

in this tragedy I'm the one who dies
and spite incinerates my pilgrim soul
for I choose to be blind with open eyes
and in pieces pray never to be whole

still, after my ashes sink in the mud
I will love again - in fire and blood