It is always sad to see a thing of beauty shatter;
   similar to the burning of an ancient and romantic letter,
   to which remains a lingering, yet, agonizing scent
   of unyielding emotions that constantly torment.
   For, since you have decided our drastic end,
   no elegant verse of mine this tragedy can mend.
   Though, of our brief relationship, there's nothing I regret;
   the mere souvenir of you will ever make me content.
   So, I wish you fortune and love, my sweet belle,
   and thus, my last word to thee is none but a simple 'farewell.'