Its not you whom I blame,
Its my heart which beated first, and so had that flame;
Its not you who came for a while,and left it knocking,
Its me who was unknown, and ergo felt so shocking;
Its not you who took the first step,
Its me who spoke that first, and then drew back my step;
Its not you who felt bad,
Its me who is happy to set you free, and hence feeling so glad.