Oh what a pain to break the word,
To be so smart, to be so right,
To promise nothing no more
That is repugnant to your heart.
Using your power o'er me,
Attraction aside, shake off the charm
Don't hesitate to sever strings
That only double chance of harm.
Please do not hide but look at me.
Face my turmoil- be open then!
How late or early must it be
To give you back your word again?
My duty seems to be fulfilled,
I won't stand 'tween you and pain
Forgive the friend who needs to heal
And therefore retreats to self.
1797- Sept. 2004.
Farewell-Paraphrase from Goethe
© Copyright: Галина Иззьер, 2009
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