From “Lilichka! (Instead of a letter)”

by Vladimir Majakovskij

You will forget tomorrow
That I have crowned you
That for you I have burnt my soul in ardent love
And the short-lived carnival of frantic days
Will scatter the pages of my books...
Would the dry leaves of my words
Force you to stop
And gasp for air?
At least let a very last endearment
Pave your retreating path.