Mosaic-like fragile illusions of the youth are shattered, lying in the dust.
Their recollections settled in the gloomy asylum of murky, distant past.
Sea foam of dreams dried up, the wind of hope died down,
Faded red colors of the sails into love's funeral white gown.
The ship of love is anchored in the bay of gray weekdays life's press,
The dullness of the real world prevails in its routine repeatable duress.

God Cupid has appeared once before famed bard:
"Whose gentle female heart with, to reward you, tell me, singer?
For lyre playing art gods granted you this prize!"
Poet replied: "I do not want another loving heart,
The joy of being in arms of simple girls just isn't made to linger.
I want to feel the Aphrodite's affection as the price!"

The deity has thrown to the ground magic bow in the angst:
"Desire to possess the Venus's body is fatal for the poet's soul.
Since in the face of earthly woman you don't see a goddess's call,
Being ruled by whim of outrageous pride, Your talent you've axed!"

I'm soaring up to bare simplicity,
False art's complexity discarding use.
Let feelings plain undressed explicity
Don't scare poetry inspiring muse.

Our lives - are distant islands, each is caught in own cage,
Love of two is torn asunder by the difference in age.

As lion March in Boston starts and as a lamb it ends.
This means that Winter and warm Spring through fight are changing hands.
Though winds subside by April first, but sometimes as a joke
A snowstorm down from sky falls quickly as a hawk.

Onto Beantown as a prey it sets its snowed grip
By dressing streets in winter cloth once more in fierce zip.
And tree's awaken swollen buds are tortured by the cold,
As anguished be one's dreams of Love, being kept in heart on hold.

To her son, who came in tears, mother told: "Do not complain;
Those are tiny little scratches, you will soon be right as rain".
But foretold me later Gypsy: "Don't search for love in vain,
In this field for you, poor fellow, cards are showing no gain".

There is no sweeter pain on Earth than one, which is Love's demon poison.
Entrust him with your soul and open door to heart - he's also angel, only fallen.