Broken Heart.

Broken Heart.
.

Insane is who claims
one hour being in love,
but it is not that love fades and,
but, in fact, in less time than you can eat.
Who will dare to believe me when I swear
have undergone a year of this plague?
Who would not laugh at me if I said
I saw one day burn all the powder from a jar?

Oh, how insignificant the heart,
if it fall into the hands of love!
Despite any other site leaves
other sorrows, and calls itself a part.
They come to us, but us Love draws,
and, without chewing, we absorbed.
For him, as by the infamous iron, whole troops fall.
He is the tyrant sturgeon, our hearts the fry.

If that was not what happened
my heart when I saw you?
To suit a heart chamber,
But I emerged from it empty, desolate.
If you had gone, I know
your heart that you have taught me
compassion.
But, alas, Love, happiness lacerating wound
is broken.

Nothing more nothing can become,
nor can any place quite empty,
So I think I still have my chest all
these fragments, although not together.
And now as broken mirrors show
hundreds of faces more small and
the shattering of my heart can feel welcome,
desire and worship,
but after such a love, never love again.