I can’t like others

I can’t like others if they don’t like me
I need responses and a judgement fine
Love is transitive and may soon flee

I love to entertain  folk  having tea
Unless  some try to argue hate is fine
I can’t like others if they don’t like me

I do not wish to   savour enmity
While opening a new bottle of good wine
Love is transitive and may soon flee

There may be a gap before we see
Where we ought to draw a boundary line
I can’t like others if they don’t like me

Reflections may  change sides in harmony
Nothing  is not much until defined
Love is transitive and  so are we

Petulant and pouting, see me whine
At least my face has never caused a crime
I can’t like others if they don’t like me
Love is  here and  I may soon  agree