What Else Can I Say Poem by John Florio

I don't have complaints with you,
I've got what was in my fate;
A loving heart you broke in two,
you did what you appreciate.

I poured out my feelings to you,
we'd an exchange of heart;
Despite we're passionate and true,
you ever chose for us to part.

What else can I say, my love —
I know this language well,
Was it the words of love I spoke,
or was it that I didn't tell?

For if that's the very way I failed,
you chose to leave that day —
I'm sorry, my love! I've bewailed,
For you, what else can I say?