My wrong phantom, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you haunt me and chase, Invading my mind, day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the long slow pace.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways
I hate your uniform arm, smile and eyes.
Thinking of your obtuse smile fills my days,
My hate for you is the breathless disguise
I hold my breath and bear the hurricane ,
Waiting for the sun, for come to hold my sane
you didn\'t want me, neither were mine,
Even now,in the brightest light I can feel your sign.
My wrong phantom, you inspire me to write.