On Woman's Cruelty

So tell me, do you love to make me cry?
Do you turn away so coldly just for sport?
It amuses you, perhaps, to pass me by,
Or spurn my warmest words with cold retort?
And yet I cannot meet your ice with frost,
Nor can I simply sigh, and let it be,
When I still see the love that I have lost
Shining out for everyone but me.
Your cruel silence tears my soul apart,
This parting, worse than death, kills me with pain.
O twist the knife no further in my heart!
O turn your light towards me once again!
For you who gave the poison hold the cure
Only your love can make me live once more.

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