One love burned out,

And the other blossomed,

But this did not make it easier for me,

But only made it more painful.

Happiness is shattered,

As, indeed, am I myself.

I do not feel warmth,

There is no trembling, desires,

But only a terrible cold

That kills me from the one

To whom I had the imprudence to bring

My heart out of my chest.

My ailment is not curable —

A destroying feeling

That has ruined me more than once,

To forget, which I wish,

And in my life never

To remember it again.

Spring 2018

You have become the mistress of my heart —

My savior, my destroyer.

Only in your hands is my freedom,

Only in your hands is my soul.

Now I am imprisoned in a cage,

And I could be in velvet fetters.

But, alas, you are not so merciful, lady,

And you have given me only iron fetters.

Dreams are dreams, and the reality is

That I am destined to be in this world

Only as your faithful sweet slave,

But not as your beloved soul.

Spring 2018

Forgive me, my love,

I have tried more than once to forget

Everything that was between us,

But I don't have the strength to do it.

With you, I have become not myself —

I have become softer and more vulnerable

The masks that I have worn for so

Long have all come off at once.

My pride is my mate,

It has become not a destiny with you,

Because only you alone have managed

To see the truth in me.

Forgive me for my selfishness,

For not being so patient.

But I am besotted with you,

Your beautiful soul.

Spring 2018

My love for you is strong,

But you couldn't accept it.

And dying again and again —

I pray, for once don't push me away.

I have told you more than once

That I am ready to ruin myself,

That I am ready to give everything

For one of your warm looks.

I remember your lips touching,

I remember your playful hands,

Alas, not wanting me.

Is this the end for me?

The fire of hope will not fade,

Faith in faith will not lose,