Born free, but slaved forever,
slaved by the thoughts,
and slaved by the droughts,
of your love.
I loved you, and perhaps I love you still,
The flame perhaps, is not extinguished, yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.
You inspire, inflame and destroy me,
The more I feel pain, the more you enjoy me.
I lie bleeding, but do you care?
I lie pleading, but do you hear?
I loved you mutely-strongly and hopelessly,
At times too jealous and at times too shy;
God grant you find another who'll love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I.