And so my love has left me now as sure I knew she must
Gone toward her future in a swirling haze of dust
I’m sure that she once loved me true though she’d hardened as of late
She needed space, she wanted time, she had to seek her fate
And I am left no self respect, for I begged her not to go
On my knees I crawled to her for sure I loved her so
I love her still, the tears I weep are private unto me
But still they are an awful slight upon my dignity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem