By Paul Verlaine
Tears fall soft in my heart
Like raindrops on the city.
Why does this listlessness
Seep deep into my heart?
Soft sounds of falling rain
On the streets and rooftops:
For a languishing heart
O the song of the rain!
The tears fall without reason
In my disheartened heart.
Really? No betrayal?
My heart mourns for no reason.
By far the deepest pain
Is not fathoming why
With neither love nor hate
My heart holds so much pain.
