Amo et Odi, Excrucior

Pain.
Your face.
They are one.
Don’t make me remember.
I want to forget her.
My soul still weeps for her
Her face tears my heart in two.
I will always long for my dear love.
And in your face, I see her lovely visage.
Away from me, son! I cannot stand your painful presence!
You forever remind me that she cannot and will not return.
That she, my wife, my dear, sweet Finduilas, has left me forevermore.
I hate you! I love you so. Why must you hurt me, son?
Why, son, why? Do you not understand? Do you not see what you inflict?
Leave me! Please, son, no longer be a painful thorn in my shattered, tortured heart.
The shadow of my Finduilas’ love chills me, the fire of yours, my Faramir, burns me.
I am caught between the two forces, and the clash of the two drives me into madness.
Hate and love entwine, and the fusion of the two becomes too intense for my soul to bear.
I shall burn away the hate that grips my heart; I shall freeze the stumbling love I have within!
I cannot go on for much longer; the pain of my hate and love will drag me into certain dusky death.