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Every morsel of flesh on my bones
Shrank when you came near
I was termed naughty, sullen.
From morning till noon,
From noon to night
What a consternation of soul!
I'm incapable of serving your interest
And my courage shrank
Was I fit to die?
Now, something seemed near me
I was oppressed, suffocated
You had screamed out on purpose.
I half believe you,
For I felt indeed,
Only bad feeling's surging my breast.
Ftom every enjoyment, I was of course excluded
And my vacant attention
Soon found a livelier attraction.
"Where there is antagonist,
you cannot quarrel!"
That was your mandate
And launched them
In this blunt sentences:
"I will sat the very thought of you
Make me sick and that you
Treated me with miserably cruelty!"
