I love you, you loathe me,

It's a circle with a small hole ,

Bound to never meet.

You act nice, make a smile,

I hope of a real happy end after all,

Never will, you'd go in a while.

You fake care, it's a mare,

I believe like a naive dumb doll,

I hope, but life is never fair.

Love is always shown as red, but that's for those who got it, which are a few, for the greater fractions of the world, love is more related to black.

Chaahat