Je t'aime

 I'm sorry,

For each time I left you unrequited,

For though what my mask may show,

No one could love you more.

For love for me is a sentence of death

And I'd still choose you,

Even though I know you'd leave, and id live, a lifeless existence.

For all I long is to be held, caressed by you,

Spoken to, accompanied by, no one but you.

It is your presence that substitutes all time

For it is your presence that is mine joy.

If only you knew, the pain i mask, 

Perhaps you'd vainly make me hate you more.