My Love, Please Tell Me

Shall I compare thee,
To happiness itself
Or your love,
To a life,
Filled with riches and wealth.
Or,
Shall I compare thee,
To a crying winters day,
And your "love" to a force,
That pushed me,
And left me,
To rot and wilt away.
Tell me,
My love,
If you truly love me,
Why always put me down,
And yank my heart away,
Only to hurl it to the ground.
If you really hate me,
Why shower me with love?
Don't you see my heart still beating,
Is more torture than enough?
Please, help me my love,
Help me understand,
Either way,
I'll always stay,
and hold your cold,
sharp, broken hands.
Please my love,
So much has gone past,
Please don't let it go to waist.
So,
What will it be?
Is it love,
Or is it hate?