What is my fault?

Tell me it's all my irreparable fault,

That we are forced to part with you.

You'll make your accusations out of basalt,

And theatrically quickly say adieu!

I forgot to pay you for your nice services, right?

I gave myself to you, taking you in return!

Do I have to pay for every day and night?

You are like a big diamond! I don't earn!

I was just testing the strength of your love.

I'm still not your great enemy, but a mate.

Even when I circled over others like a dove.

So if you can't love, then don't hate!

Since my appeal says that I sought to prove

The constancy and virtue of your love.*

* The last two lines from William Shakespeare's Sonnet 117. Accuse me thus, that I have scanted all

23.07.07

P.S. Painting by Boris Vallejo