Maybe I’m afraid that I’ll again give in.
Maybe it is something in between.
You’re still looking as if I were the one to blame.
I avoid your touch, your smile,
Your relations unobtrusive style
But still remember your alluring name.
If your words had ever been least true
Would I doubt now what to do?
Still your serenity has such a damn false shine.
Don’t you ask me why I gave it up.
Don’t you know it’s been a challenge to stop
Living for you, the bad affection of mine?