I take heed of her misgivings, everything seems to falter and crumble,
for dismay seems to desire to anchor in our hearts,
a lugubrious sentiment ebbs your love,
and lures you to turn away...to go away...
She has become now the dusk of my love,
the one thast burns and pierces my heart with deadly roses thorns,
and infuses sorrow through my whole being,
abstaining me, thwarting me in my willingness to collect the remnants of my old self.
I shiver as I behold what is to come and my tears unarm me of any perseverance,
and they seem to drown me in my own life,
for all her sweetness has been vanquished by a dead love
that now has set its realms in her heart,
her heart which has grown hard and dark and has cast me away,
submerging me in pain and forgetfulness.
Time is elapsing inevitably and desolation increases,
bounding me to a mercyless sentiment of agonising love, that throtles me,
deflowers me, and my heart and my mind lack of any reflection.
I fade away inside out for I have already drunk from her bitter love,
her potion that has poisoned me deadly, leaving my heart torn
and my wits scattered all over,
she has now walled her love from me
and she wields upon me her indifference,
giving me a whithered rose, a dying winter,
a dead love that smothers my soul...
RQ
Moscow
27/5/10
12:42pm
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