Love's reckoning

Rise up, o my poor soul,
Your day of reckoning has come.
Love, showered with all effort
An insult for them has become.

Each beat that your heart missed,
Each breath that you gave away,
Has become suffering for those
Who were there forever, to stay.

The gasps of uneasy emotions
Through which does the fire foment.
Worried on each act of yours
Arises in the heart, a fierce torment.

Ensuing serene depths of solitude,
Beneath that majestic earthly storm,
Lies the carcass of your love
That place, till now was your home.

Gathered come all, the beings
From all the lands of love.
You shall toil for innocence
No help expected from up above.

Rise up, o my poor soul,
Your day of reckoning has come.
Love, showered with all effort
An insult for them has become.