I hate the way you look at me
I hate the way you stare
I hate the way you used to touch me
It was that feeling that left me in despair
I hate the way we danced that day
The way you held me so tight, never wanting to let go
I hate the way you kissed me that day
Not even knowing that you would change my life for good
I hate the way you wear that perfect dress
Just as black as you raven hair
I hate the way you wear your hair
Pulled back exposing you tender neck so bare
It was just too naked to my despair
I hate the way you broke my heart
The way you looked at me without even a damn care upon your brow
I hate the way I love you
I hate it that I need and miss you day by day
I hate the way we hugged that day
The same way you would hold a lover too
I hate the way you hurt me
I hate the way you used to steal secret glances at me
When you thought I wouldn’t notice, see or feel
The burning green fires upon my back
But most of all
I hate the way I love you
As I know, you love me too
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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