Ludmila Mikulková: Poetry

czech

THE WHIMS OF LOVE

You are a glowing hot rock,
whose sparks
cause my heart
to catch fire.

Then you turn cold
and burn like ice.
I gasp for breath
and fade in the frost.

You no longer blind
with your avalanche of words.
My heart is chilled
like cold metal.

So farewell, my love.
Let’s not argue
over whether it is or is not
possible to live with you.