He looks at me with a face of bitterness and resentment

As if he hated every inch of me

I look back as I were looking at a commoner of lower class

My mother keeps telling me that I love him

I can see why

Just the way he looks at me with antipathy makes me want to go and rub my face all in his belly

I do not know why I love him so 

But somewhere deep inside him I know that he loves me back.