Love without home

My love, so like the dove,

back and forth from the falcon shied away,

thinking gladly, she has reached her nest

in the sheltering branches of the tree.

Poor little dove! Unfortunate error!

Cruel fate, like no other!

Her home, in the blink of an eye,

was quickly destroyed by the lightning.

Oh, now she wanders back and forth again!

Between earth and sky the poor thing hovers,

separated from her goal by her perilous flight,

because a heart that cared for her,

where she once found refuge,

now beats for her no more on Earth.