No one can survive old sorrows
And no one wants to remember old tomorrows
Yet poetry is poetry
In the form of a brilliant romance,
I capture the light of its brilliance
And its charm;
So what does romance have to offer
A lady with a mind?
For my heart is still not respected!
And chivalry is dead!
And once upon a flower
I did not bloom...
Radiance becomes me
In time,
For what is love upon a flower anyway?
I trust that the pages will fall upon the limbs
Of a wavering despair,
And the closeness of love fades.