A Fable

By Mitra Tauroctony

 

Thousands of times I have struggled to keep my love a secret.

Alas, it was impossible not to boil over fire!

 

I had been conscious from the beginning not to give my heart to anyone.

One glimpse of you, and all consciousness left me!

 

A fable from your heart travelled through the ears of my soul.

There upon all advices of the elders became fables to my ears.

 

Only if you unmask yourself will this sedition unravel.

For I have not the audacity to let go of your trail.

 

You gave me up for nothing. But me, I swear:

I will not give up a strand of your hair for the whole world!

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