You said your love was like a tide
on which strong ships in sail could ride;
a love that could not be denied.
But now I seek and now you hide,
the scend has weakly foamed to rest,
the surging swell has meekly died.
Gone are the lips on which I pressed.
I gave my all at your behest
and gladly turned from all the rest
but now I know – revenge is best.