Congratulations, nihilist poet!
Last twenty years of your silly life-span.
But I see no anxiety or any regret
And you are satisfied as much as you can.

You were too weary to endure this long
Having an empty soul deprived of love
It led you just to where at heart you belong -
higher than death or life - her spirit above

You loved her more than life, in perpetuity,
You believed her laughter more than verses.
The life was manifested in her beauty
Much more distinctly than divine sources

You will not better by writing, poet!
Hear your inner voice you try to deter.
You know your remedy and where to get,
Defeat your all fears and run to her!