Love! The more in love,
The easier jealousy can kill
The love. One whispered word
Thwarts a happy lover’s will.
Sad, in the garden, sad, in the street.
No where and no one, jealousy
Said, other loves, might possibly meet.
Other loves? What is wrong with others?
The more madly in love, the more we sweep aside
Everything. In the walls of love things hide.
Friends, whispers, rumors, a meaningless joke about mothers.
The more in love, the more a whisper manages to make its way in
To conquer sighs the lovers used to conquer sin.
My love! I found out too late!
A word was dropped in the river—
Your river, our river, which flowed with love—to water a river of hate.