I long to speak the deepest words I have to say to you; but Idare not, for fear you should laugh.That is why I laugh at myself and shatter my secret in jest.I make light of my pain, afraid you should do so.
I long to tell you the truest words I have to say to you; but Idare not, being afraid that you would not believe them.That is why I disguise them in untruth, saying the contrary ofwhat I mean.I make my pain appear absurd, afraid that you should do so.
I long to use the most precious words I have for you; but I darenot, fearing I should not be paid with like value.That is why I gave you hard names and boast of my callousstrength.I hurt you, for fear you should never know any pain.
I long to sit silent by you; but I dare not lest my heart comeout at my lips.That is why I prattle and chatter lightly and hide my heartbehind words.I rudely handle my pain, for fear you should do so.
I long to go away from your side; but I dare not, for fear mycowardice should become known to you.That is why I hold my head high and carelessly come into yourpresence.Constant thrusts from your eyes keep my pain fresh for ever.