Let yourself, to deceitful hearts’ divorce
Deny admittance. Hate remains as hate
Which constant stays when constancy it loses
Or with the giver, to return, goes straight.
Oh yes! it is a blankness ever drifting
That listens to the stillness wracked with fear,
It is the moon to no immobile wagon
Whose value’s counted, though its depth’s unclear.
Hate’s gulled by space, though pallid eyes and noses
Don’t fall beneath the straightness of her blade.
Hate will mutate with her long months and years,
Is even in the heart of choice afraid.
If this be true, although no proof is stated,
You always spoke, and women always hated.
Notes: Today’s prompt was to write an ‘opposite poem’ – ” Find a shortish poem that you like, and rewrite each line, replacing each word (or as many words as you can) with words that mean the opposite.”