You’ll never know. It’s done. The secret mine.

And how I rage subdued by this obsession!

Unloved, for your denied affection pine,

Having delayed too long this shamed confession.


You’ll never know. Your gratitude would pain.

I’d rather mine was silence. Will be wise,

So from another visit will refrain

And crush this sickness out of passion’s guise.


You’ll never know. I will endure this madness,

This overwhelming need to have you nigh.

Yours will be bliss. Mine only endless sadness…

The gift of life: my surrogate goodbye.