When the spell of love has burst,
Shattered crystal on the earth,
Pricked by envy and confusion,
Tested and revealed illusion,
It leaves a sudden emptiness,
A heartfelt dreary wariness;
The sky becomes a void of gray,
Hope dies homeless on the day;
Leaves drift shaken from the tree
And lays a bed that covers me.
Rhe shards lie scattered in the lane
And Love must wait 'till Spring again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice work, surely spring will come again and love will blossom