I was so alive and present in you
that in your eyes I saw myself reflected,
an intense love that I felt,
in which I had lacked nothing.
But love, yes, love ends,
like the seasons change their course,
sometimes, without warning, it fades away,
leaving an emptiness in the immersed heart.
Promises vanish in the wind,
dreams fade between your fingers,
and though it hurts, one must accept the torment,
and let time heal the remaining ravages.
