When in the heat of my embrace
I capture your elastic figure
And lavish words of loving praise
On you with tenderness and vigor,
Dear friend, you free your slender build
Of my contracted arms in silence,
And to my words sincere and thrilled
Reply with your mistrustful smiling;
Safeguarding in your memory
Sad tales of loyalty's declension,
Without compassion or attention
You listen drearily to me...
I curse my crafty aspirations
Of youth, with all its vain delights,
And waiting for the assignations
In gardens, in the silent nights;
I curse the words' romantic mumble,
Mysterious melodies of verse,
And kisses of believing girls,
And then their tears, and later grumble.
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