Ashen eyes
Fulgent eyes
Pupils overwhelming-
I penetrate your drama.
That weak flame,
Lit reluctantly,
Has already been extinguished.
For pure goodness
You impose upon yourselves a love
That, in truth, does not exist.
You do charity
So you may alleviate the toil
Of this sad soul.
The forbidden fruit
Now relished,
The myth in your yearning heart
Has crumbled.
The cruel time flees,
The hours and days fly.
There remain for me but two moons
That laugh importunately.
Ah! I will not delude myself. You will never return.
This love, I, everything will seem
To you exhausted.
