She was so beautiful, so stately and so grand,
And cleaner than the freshly fallen snow...
Alas! Today her letter burns my hand,
From it a bitter truth Iíve come to know!
If she was true - I didnít ever ask her,
I see her love was just the mask she wore...
This time Iím facing a complete fiasco,
Iíll never let it happen any more!
ďMy days are numbered!Ē - to myself I said,
Her infidelity is torturous and ripping;
I squeezed the letter as a viperís head -
And from that page black venom started dripping!
I run from pain, distress and devastation,
The wind will wipe my tears if I weep;
My horse is flying faster than frustration,
My hasty tracks the blizzard wonít sweep!
The pallid sky above me sadly shrinks,
I rid myself of tokens of woe -
Of dazing daisies, whithered naked pinks,
And tears, mingled with the melting snow!
Donít cry - for your misfortunes no one cares,
I wonít take anything, yet nothing will I give!
I rush on forward, seeking new affairs,
In which Iíll win, or else why should I live?