Love in Love with Grief

What is there of a rose without thorns?,
a love that causes no shedding of tears anymore,
a joy that possesses the company of grief no more?,

hence, I shall impel the moon to cast tears for the sun,
and winter's cold wind to whirl with that of spring in awe,
and lure you to swim in the oceans of tears I shed long ago.

The heart is in love with the shadows,
and its souls eagers the embrace of grief,
we all our sorrows must swallow,
and dance in rapture with love and melancholy.

Love's peril is not in the hands of Death,
but in crueler hands it frivolously dwells,
and in utter felicity it refuses to live in,
it holds the hands and tears of grief still,
they are to be together and feed on each other's miserability.

What is there of a whithering night with no morning dew to mourn its departure?
Hence I shall cry tears of joy,
for it will come again dressed up in twilight,
and I shall behold love dance in joy with grief,
embracing each other in eternal bliss,
for love is not worth living without a dose of grief,
it might whip your back,
and chain your heart to obstinacy.

RQ
Moscow
1/7/10