I'll start seeing

He certainly hate you:
He made a pretty good spite:
"But what I did or what I said!"
Do you think while you laugh falsely.
Nothing is as it was before:
you curse and turn up your nose:
"Enough! I'm done with You"
Who lets you know that rhyme?
If you just get up your eyes, with your heart,
you'd be blinded by the Sun of Love.
Finished by myself to the nineteenth minute of the sixth hour of the twenty-ninth day of Wednesday, January 2014th year.
For You.
Mattia