The magic spell has ended
The chains all swept away
None to listen for her step now
No one beside her to lay.
Gone, the eyes which used to seek,
And the hands that smoothed her hair
Soon will cup the face of another
And so, he has left her there.
Tired with weeping and sleeplessness
There's one thing makes her moan:
A ring which once meant a promise
Has turned back into only a stone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can feel the heartbreaking in this amazing poem. Masterfully done. -chuck