The fears that I have never shown,
will now be seen and all be known.
The times I've lost, times left behind,
once were forgotten, set out of mind.
But misery can only bring,
memories that burn and sting.
Memories of hallowed hearts,
once were joined, now in two parts.
And all the tears of forgotten past,
are now brought back, and back to last.
Presently, the birds may sing,
a harmony of but one thing;
A heart be split, in two be torn,
by only one, sweet woman's scorn.
Alas, it is, such a bitter gift,
meant for the heart be lost in endless rift.
In endless rift may the heart be lost,
as the final payment, final cost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was the original writer of this poem. I wrote it and posted it under the name of one of my ancestors for publicity reasons. I have since revised it and reposted it, among other works, under a new account with my real name.