It was not only once, it will go this way, <br />In our fight, which is deaf and destroying: <br />As it happened before, you rebuffed me today – <br />To return, like a slave, by the morning. <br /> <br />Therefore, don’t be stressed, my inimical friend, <br />My friend - enemy, caught by black laces, <br />If the moans of love will be moans of pain <br />And the kisses will leave bloody traces.<br /><br />Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-was-not-once-3/
