Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Sonnet 145 (Revised)

I snuck a peek at an email

In which she said the words, "I hate."

No time to read in whole detail,

But left me in an awful state.

That hate was for me I was sure.

Next time she saw me, she could tell

Something was wrong, so I told her

Of the email, I felt like hell.

She gave a look like to a child,

Was quiet as time ticked away.

Then finally in words quite mild,

On email hate, had this to say,

"Be assured that I don't hate you,"

"But hate some sneaky stuff you do."