Don't say he loves me as before, <br />That, as before, he treasures me... <br />no! He callously destroys my life, <br />Although I see the knife shake in his hand. <br /> <br />In anger, weeping, yearning, indignation, <br />Obsessed and wounded in my soul, <br />I have no life - I struggle...for him alone I live - <br />But what a life!.. O, what a bitter life it is! <br /> <br />How stingily he measures out the air for me... <br />Less generous than to a mortal foe... <br />Oh, drawing breath is difficult and painful, <br />I can still breathe, but I can live no more.<br /><br />Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-say-he-loves-me-as-before/
