diary

TOO LATE IS NOW. FAREWELL.
(Because I love you so!)
But with passion I won't adorn you.
(I am faded. Too much.)
It's late already. Everything.
The day. The night. And I. And You.
And the late smile,
spilled in sorrow along the vases
of your gaze...

Vain night!
My heart waits no secret.
(I or this wane night -
but the dimness is infinite!)
I understand. I know. No secret.
Too late is it by now.

...................
Geo Milev