I love you!
I hate you!
But I love you more than I hate you!
It’s my fault, not yours.
We make terrible noise together.
And sometimes actually music.
I wonder from time to time if you’d be better off with someone else.
But I can’t give you up.
Sometimes I just want to break you.
Then I cut my nails, clean you up a bit, give you a dab of perfume.
And I try again.
It’s always my fault, though I’m not always willing to see it.
You are quite forgiving.
And always ready for me.
I’ll give it yet another go.
My darling viola