Well, disillusions waited there for me,
Although my passion was as strong as flame -
Love blinds, because it always hurts to se
What hides behind the non-existing fame.
We dated for a while, though I won’t tell
The joys and thoughts my darling led me through,
Because my memories are full of bitter spells,
Of finally decaying ‘I love you’.
I can say that the end was put by me,
And all his virtues never helped him then:
No one could play with my faith with no fee,
No even one of artists, none of them.
I miss him, but I’m glad that he is gone -
Than being blind, I’d rather be alone.
The End of My First Romance
© Copyright: Ира Катасонова, 2026
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