Transgressions - Poem by Gustave Kahn
Forgive the transgressions of my flesh, love,
And my lying heart.
It's a cruel illusion, this love of ours
And ends, sad moment,
We known not when.
Every flower has its fragrance,
And one must taste them all.
Let us speak the truth,
Ends in torment.
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