I DO NOT KNOW MORE, I DO NOT WANT MORE Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
I do not know where did my anger;
has spoken … and his sins are gone.
His eyes implored, his mouth like he wanted:
where you fled my timid anger?
I do not know anymore.
As soon as he smiles, all my tears disappear.
In vain, by force or supreme sweetness,
and love him, I still want to love;
I do not want anymore.
all my oaths are now superfluous.
Without betraying me, I challenged her presence;
but without dying bear his absence
I do not know.