Walking Along Poem by John Florio

The road of love we both had chosen,
And together we both had taken,
I'm in love, and you are aslo in love;
Then why did all these blames come up?
Neither you nor I am ever unfaithful,
And never tried making each other fool.

If the worlds ask me, what do I say
That you have walked separate way!
I thought we'd both reach one destination,
One day, we would end this separation;
We did nothing wrong, and felt no doubt,
Then how did this distance come about?

I have turned to ash without burning,
Since you got lost at the first turning;
Season changed; all the roads are rotten,
Some words in the heart are left spoken.
The point to which I'm left is awesome,
Who knows where we both have come.