המתת השור

more than you think

but use is it of it today

not that i am sad

there is no sadness in love labour's  lost

you have not understood that I wanted to get closer to yu

i did not understand your swiftness of want and will

how quickly you wanted that slave

that I was not ready to guaranty

because we are slaves of unhapiness first

of love lost and never found

of my own ambition

i have spoken like a little girl

acted like one too

the woman was there sometimes

but it was only a facade

there was too much fear behind

for your terrible volition

you strong will

and you determinism to hapiness

au fond, you are unknown to me

i have tried

though

but  i will stay a prisoner to my  fatality

that is of bovarysm