A Sad Story

You grudgingly pay your dues, barely meeting the norm. I am a Komsomol member, an activist. Your ideological platform is precarious, While I am a fighter, a propagandist. We are so different, but My soul is filled with you. Sad as it is, toward you I have ignited with love. You drink wine as a result of dangerous delusions In a circle of questionable friends. In the light of timely, drastic decrees, I cannot put up with this. We are so different, but My soul is filled with you. Sad as it is, toward you I have ignited with love. You are the very epitome of vices, While I am a moral paragon. You gained rich experience ahead of your time, I am the champion of abstinence. You profess a highly Questionable goal in love: First, mutual affection, Then, a shared bed. I agonize, I struggle with myself, I lose sleep to my detriment, And I am beginning to wither. How can I simultaneously approach you with love, Without betraying my convictions? I want intercourse, But compromise is inadmissible! For I am absolutely intolerant Of everything you live by!....