Two passions dwell in poet's heart,
Two desperate obsessions are reflected through his art.
Those are two characters from Shakespeare's poetry triangle:
The dark skinned lady and the man of fair skin ...
His charm is gentle and she's quite a striking beauty queen.
Three lives, three loves in chains of jealousy are fatally entangled ...
Did two conspire secretly behind the poet's back,
Betraying him two times, which caused his soul to wreck?

Immortal Prince keeps coming back to make us look in depth:
What's better choice - to take the life "as is" or challenge it by death.

The white on black, the black on white,
Explosive mix it makes, so easy to ignite
By jealousy venom, injected drop by drop into suspicious mind,
And vicious fantasies force fatal spring of hate to wind.

And there you go ... flame of rage
Burns out lives, while getting out of its mental cage.

In black on white
Bard dared to write
About love, about race,
About trust and its disgrace.

Not lasting was this couple's tragic young romance ...
To taste the sweetness of each other love they lucky were just once.

Time ripped away from me my childhood part.
Time's exorcism has killed my mad possession.
Time put to sleep the rat that gnawed my heart,
But doing so killed in me my dreams and passion.

Joy is blown by wind far away,
No hope brings month February rather.
But shall come warming heart Loving Day
Just upon thirteen days, baker's dozen.

Just before days advance of the cold snowy winter
Autumn's early sunset colors skyline in crimson.
I have dreams of the one, whom I loved in the past,
I am hearing the music, under which we have danced.  

I am dreaming about the youth of the yore,
I have dreams of first love, I am dreaming of her.
I have dreams of first kiss, and forgotten sweet pain,
Dejavu resurrecting comes to heart back again.

Fly to South wild birds to escape winter's terror,
Cleaving sky by flock's wedge, as the tip of an arrow,
And I follow the birds, flying back to my youth,
Reuniting with Spring, leaving realm of dark truth.