I would like to be able to hate you

I would like to be able to hate you,

But I have a heart too much a slave.

I think again of so many false promises,

Of the long torments endured till now,

And yet again I cover your lips with kisses,

Hold you close to my heart, which has suffered so much,

Which bleeds and begs for pity on its affliction.

I would like to be able to hate you,

But I have a heart too much a slave.