Say not he loves me as before, as truly, dearly <br />As once he did... Oh no! My life <br />He would destroy, he does destroy - though see I clearly <br />The trembling of the hand that holds the knife. <br /> <br />Resentment, anger, tears, a pain now fierce, now muffled - <br />I'm wounded, stung, and yet I love... He is <br />All of my life, but I... I do not live - I suffer... <br />How bitter is existence such as this! <br /> <br />As to a mortal foe, in dozes scant and meagre <br />The air I breathe he measures out.. Each breath <br />I take is painful, yet... I breathe, for fresh air eager... <br />But life ... life slowly ebbs... I cannot ward off death.<br /><br />Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/say-not-he-loves-me/
