There Is So Little Gentleness In Me, So Little Fire Poem by Saniya Galeyeva

There is so little gentleness in me, so little fire.
Don`t touch my stubborn lips with your ones any more.
Oh, God, it`s only you who knows how much I`m sick and tired
Of longing for him and being always left alone.

I`m all hot passion now and then I`ll turn into cold winter.
Or do you love me, darling? I don`t know.
I gave you my heart but you cannot keep it. You don`t need it.
I wonder, was I too fast or too slow?

I`m not reproaching you but crying cause this love is hurting.
We are like black and white - so different… Damn this all!
But I can`t overcome this pain and stop this endless torture.
Without you I am a dull and senseless doll.