SONNET 145
Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate'
To me that languish'd for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
'I hate' she alter'd with an end,
That follow'd it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away;
'I hate' from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying 'not you


This sonnet is about a man who is afraid that his loved one, no longer loves him . She says the words 'I hate ' and he thinks she means him. Untill one day she say him crying and realized she was hurting him. She then began to try and learn new ways to be nice. Finally she said I hate and added the words not you, which I believe was her way of saying 'Dont worry I love you '. After that his pain was gone .