I have had enough of these miserable hours

I ask that you will end my misery at her feet,

so, at last she knows I was true.

Interminable hours have gone since I met you

unaware of the gift your brought at my door

one that grew while I remained naïve of its reach.

What more may I require in this age when

the years had swiftly vanished and I remain

standing beside you, invisible, almost unknown.

Now, I ask that you take this shiny blade and

drive it through my chest until I sigh once more

resting a weary heart in your hands for comfort.

Not sure of the way to express my desire

for you, I am merely hoping to sleep and

at last be given the dream of you for all time.

Fabrice Poussin