For the heart whose fingers had no ring,
it's the same old bloody spring
...
O dear rose!
Why bound by bars?
Fight out to drink the shine,
Blossom since the world is thine.
...
With a quivering light striking mine eyes
Thy beauty thus spake
"Can you bear me? "
With a fashionable passion I spake thus,
...
The Half Burnt Heart
For the heart whose fingers had no ring,
it's the same old bloody spring
Pile of dry leaves hugging fire
sparked by the hearts dried with broken love,
wounded love, with no love.
No ocean can drench this fire,
no wind can blow its meat,
no Gods can calm its heat,
It's a fire, an inferno in the very nature's ire.
It burns to the lasting of spring
All hearts from directions known
rushed to jump into the fire; they were alone.
Hearts dried by broken love, wounded love, with no love
The last in line jumps and begs
Burn, burn burn!
O soothing fire! Burn me soon
for the spring seems to end!
clouds have arrived for the fire may die.
The fire did die!
The half burnt heart with pain
swum in the gutter caused by rain
there on the banks, he saw the hearts with love!
smiling with joy and dancing every more.
"O loved hearts! Hearts which are loved."
Yelled the half burnt heart!
"The fire of spring burnt me not
The gutter of rains, drowned me not
You, the lovers heart! Hearts with love
Throb me with the thorns of your roses
Stab me beneath those dancing steps
Do something for I shall sleep well,
release me from this painful cell"
None with the hearts of love listen
As all were busy overflowing the cistern,
Of joy, of love and lust.
Then, as was sent by God
The dog was smelling the half burnt heart
"This is delicious! I am loving it"
"Ah, finally someone loves me! "
said the half burnt heart and slept with the sense of gain
for its dreams had no pain.