Perhaps, it s more better

Whether and there was something?
What did I love in you?
Body or soul, or nothing?
Now they not mine, it's true.

You feed with yourself Another,
Your feeding nourishes his hopes.
Whether you cry in bother?
Certainly no, of course,

You were always amazingly cheerful
Or it was such as only the mask?
I was selfish and greatly befooled,
And I solved  my ludicrous tasks,

Counting each step from beginning,
I went prudently to our sad end,
I was a pettiness, Lord, it was pitting
For the grave of the love by my hand,

I avoided your looks, I passed by you,
In a silense, which hid all my feelings,
Being afraid of the rumors, which grew,
Jokes and gossips and different meanings,

Now I sob and repent, Dear Darling,
But I know that you not to return,
And I'm broken off grievous dark think
That the strange up with you in a morn,

You are realy luck with another,
Who you caress, you love and you know,
God bless You and Your happiest lover,
It's too late and I want to go down.