Internet and passion

Passion cannot be conveyed through the network,

The provision is negligible.

I can send you an e-mail.

Satisfied — that is at least possible.

I will know: the violets of your eyes —

An invaluable gift from God,

Throwing me into ecstasy,

Capable of igniting a fire,

In which fate violently splashes,

Will fleetingly touch these lines.

Treacherous fate does not grant,

Merciless to human love,

That I await a tender glance.

Therefore the only reward —

Exchanging messages on the net —

Is but a reflection of beauty,

A shadow of blazing feeling,

Of sympathy, of emotional fury,

The flicker of a fiery dawn,

Burning inside of me.

I am terribly angry at fate.

Arguing with it is futile,

To tease it is not harmless,

It is a villainess — that is clear.

I am forever far from you,

And the word "duty" on the tongue

Gazes at the world like a vile viper,

Coils around the neck, chokes, angers,

Laughs, painfully presses the chest.

Not to touch you, not to kiss.

Passion cannot be conveyed through the network,

The provision is negligible,

But not to see you, not to write —

Is unbearable, impossible!

Therefore my solace —

The pages of the world wide web,

Distance is no barrier to them.

Multimedia bridges

Connect me with you again,

Transmitting my love.