Say, Do You Love Me?

Say, do you love me, love me, Said she in tears, Wiping them with one hand And eye-lashes wet with, splashed with tears, Saw I them slowly and sadly. Say, do you love me, love me, Asked she tearfully And I could not, I love you, love you, I love you. I just saw, saw the tears coming down, Teardrops falling down, The cheeks smeared and wet with And just a stone stood I Viewing her. How heartless and cruel had I been, Now think I That went she on saying, Do you love me, do you love me And I flirting with love. How rocky and stony looked I, My heart laden with rocks and stones And as a frozen and fossilized fellow Stood I Hearing her sobs and cries! And this is how, after her departure, Have I started hating myself And confessing, How bloody and brutal Had I been in my love to her! And it is repentance, expiation that My love I have not found so far, Still now go about searching That love, that face, that soul and heart, That face-cutting asking me frequently, quite innocently, Do you love me, do you love me? Say, do you love me?