Happiness I felt the day,
when his eyes devoured me,
without hatred or anger,
with an ache that resembled love.
Even the walls shrieked in joy,
as he touched my face,
no hatred or anger,
with a touch that I mistook for love.
His touch I still craved,
for I mistook lust, for love.
Hatred and anger rose in me,
with the lingering flame of my love.