He lets me down, knees on the ground.
I fell in love, I thought I’ve found!
I wrote each time allowed, I wrote
Each time wanting he answered a lot
Of sweet love words to warm my heart.
But he did not… He is not smart
To leave me in that nothingness
Of my feelings. My lost I bless
In forgetting you don’t let me know
The way you won’t, fucking fellow,
Belay your sides at mine. Fine scene?
No! Oh, no! I can’t imagine
Your head won’t lull on my sweet breast!
And should I love you or just haste?
Or should I erase your picture
Still in, of my literature?