My love is going away 

With falling leaves in the fall;

It’s melting with the drops of the rain

- my cold season began. 

I can handle the frosty stars,

The glittering chill in your eyes,

The wind and the sickening pain

Of the winter frost in your heart.

I hope you will be back. 

I am ready to wait 

Until spring blooms again

And your love returns 

On the wings of the cheerful May.

By Petrouchka Alexieva

From: United States