She Flees From Me (In Answer To Sir Thomas Wyatt) Poem by Gert Strydom

She flees from me
who at a time did my company seek
who once loved me tenderly,
now is wild like a tigress,
are totally without remembering,
does not grasp the love that I hold for her

and I am not dreaming,
but she has turned my gentleness into wild rage
by her strange forsaking, by the change in her
and now she is totally different
from what she used to be
and treats me like rubbish

forgetting about the many times
that we had kissed and made promises
and when I let her go,
go into the wild world
as yet another beast, it serves her well.

[Reference: They flee from me by Sir Thomas Wyatt]