Dying Of Love Poem by UMBELINA FROTA Linhares Pimenta Bastos

Do not you see in the sky a star
What with its beautiful,
Smiling to you with its glow?
Do not you see that nostalgic night,
Lachrymose,
Proud you the faces of love?
To you I gave my soul,
I gave you with the most placid calm,
My life, my heart, my love!
What kind is this life! Life to love!
To the world, indifferent already I am.
You are the star that killed the hope
And my faith you robbed me,
Leaving me die of love!