How could I this tale tell,
Of a feeling I never had, or never should?
But mon coeur or ma tete, one thinks so:
That I feel all alone and ignored.
Just Yesterday a few hearts were warmer
I was the oven that made them so
How could I like them not be?
Instead Cold am I like never before.
I am my own companion, so for now
And could that be the best any could have?
My heart or my head, one thinks so:
Sadless and joyless like never before.
What happened to my FRIENDS that were?
Where's SHE whowould always be here?
Tell her, my DEAREST, SHE got it wrong
When she thought the things she did think.
And This too surely shall pass
But the hearts 'lone may be, shall not.
Mine is the soul who feels like never before:
Alone with no other but HIM and ITSELF.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem