(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret, dedicated to those I must “hate”)

It’s not that I hate you, stick it to you.
I just love you to a lesser degree.
Not easy though, as you are the true blue
to my blue and my green, all I dare “see.”

When I don’t hear back from you at neck speed,
I’m abandoned all over, again; grief.
When you do find me, I’m all the knock-kneed.
It’s “Don’t they even care? Love me so lief?”

I am asked to “hate” all below my God.
Defined: Love them less than Jehovah High.
So, to you, my midnight groan, I’m unshod
on my cross, having nothing but goodbye.

I don’t want you to go away from me.
I want you here, now; NOT reality.

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