Last poem

[Alberto D. Hetman]

Last poem

Love is eternal.
The verse repeats the words of other poems.
Love reflected my soul in those poems;
but love is now a mirror
watching oblique glances, shadows and tears.
Little is left of me.
Little -- little the ----- leave --. by words me
The words no longer return.
The written words no longer seduce,
and the still letters no longer have meaning.
That love that seduced my soul
has also lied to me.
Love dies.
Love was not eternal.
Nothing is left of me.