The heart will not trust ashes
to be chosen, but doubts
that it can be:
If you say that you were not loved,
someone else was chosen
you are mistaken
Love had no hand
in your undoing
Do not fault love
It is necessary to see that
He who looks for excellence and
is willing to die for beauty
is no lover;
He is a chooser only!
To be rejected by such
means nothing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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