Oh! where did you find this incredible power to control my heart in spite of your inadequacy? To make me disbelieve what my eyes see, making me swear that daylight isn't bright? Where did you get this skill to make bad things look so good in you that even your most unworthy actions make my mind think that your worst is better than everyone else's best? Who taught you how to make me love you more, the more I hear and see good reasons to hate you? Oh! even though I love what others hate you shouldn't join them in despising me for loving you. I deserve to be loved by you because it was your unworthiness that made me love you.
