When there is no love,
Although, perhaps from time to time,
A blowing warmth from a bed of embraces' red hot coal,
may warm your soul,
but After a fleeting moment of ardour,
Will be felt within you a sense of retasting foal,
And the hailstorm of loneliness
will once again sweep over your whole...
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 8:40 AM UTC
When there is no love,
Although, perhaps from time to time,
A blowing warmth from a bed of embraces' red hot coal,
may warm your soul,
but After a fleeting moment of ardour,
Will be felt within you a sense of retasting foal,
And the hailstorm of loneliness
will once again sweep over your whole...
