Waiting

A refreshing source of pure feelings,
Will your spring run out?

The pale everyday source is deep
Threatens to hide you from me.
… And I'm already tired of loving.

Assume I can’t be now
More painful utterance:
How much love, so much human?!

Talk to the trees,
To the herbs.
They don’t betray, they support.
No need, no, no need now,
Better be quiet!

Maybe just and only your touching eyes
Will see something else…