a poem in the night

(que personne ne souffre comme j'ai souffert)

resolving not to love you
thinking myself free
released from that dream
once more i am suprised
by your words your smile your eyes
here in the stilly darkness made a prisoner again
by the curse of men

what greater curse than to love
that which you cannot have
what greater dream behind curtains drawn
see shadows dance across the lawn at dawn
i love you i love you it is true
accursed be the thought be it so