Time's a liar, in whom I trusted much
And love has now betray'd my sense as well.
Oh, why! The Pain of Love is sorrowful.
The torture, time has caused is more than Hell.
For love itself is death and pain,
Which Time does caress, with futility
Filling with hopes, the man who believes,
Leaving the lover, to cry, an eternity.
And time betrays the man who loves,
And love betrays the man who trusts.
For he who loves is doomed to cry, in pain,
And he who cries has loved too much, in vain.
İİ 2005
(Hans Rik- nom de plume) |