Could I compare happiness to sorrow,
by Daniele Pinna
darkness to light,
and banish you form my sight?
Could I add a star to the sky,
a note to a perfect song,
give this up
and admit I haven't loved you all along?
What if I proclamed my hate for you,
stated that you make me squall.
But the truth is that I don't hate you,
not even a bit,
not even at all.