Fernando Pessoa – „There’s no one who loves me”

There’s no one who loves me.
Hold on, yes there is;
But it’s hard to feel certain
About what you don’t believe in.

It isn’t out of disbelief
That I don’t believe, for I know
I’m well liked. It’s my nature
Not to believe, and not to change.

There’s no one who loves me.
For this poem to exist
I have no choice
But to suffer this grief.

How sad not to be loved!
My poor, forlorn heart!
Et cetera, and that’s the end
Of this poem I thought up.

What I feel is another matter…

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