When I am angry at you,
Love seems to disappear.
The world grows dim and silent,
As though no light were here.
You speak only in silence;
Your eyes sink down in grief.
Then slowly you depart from me,
As twilight leaves the leaf.
When I am angry at you,
I cry, “Love has fled away!”
I leave the place in thunder
And turn from you that day.
But when the moon climbs high,
My mind begins to roam.
Perhaps you slept in quiet peace
And I was wrong to storm.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 12:21 PM UTC
When I am angry at you,
Love seems to disappear.
The world grows dim and silent,
As though no light were here.
You speak only in silence;
Your eyes sink down in grief.
Then slowly you depart from me,
As twilight leaves the leaf.
When I am angry at you,
I cry, “Love has fled away!”
I leave the place in thunder
And turn from you that day.
But when the moon climbs high,
My mind begins to roam.
Perhaps you slept in quiet peace
And I was wrong to storm.
