Gilt reflection of your tear shone in the night.
'Don`t go'- said you, embracing me tight.
Knowing it`s not your blame, I whispered to you, -
'All will be gone with the wind, sorry. Don`t be blue'

The unloved one is waiting for me by the window.
On dark nights, as usual, by the window,
Waits for me. She waits for me, oh...

I`ve forgotten about you forever, but sometimes,
The letters of yellow leaves fly to me.
I can never read your words and see
Those clouds of bitter tears between the lines,

For you know who waits for me by the window.
On dark nights, as usual, by the window,
The unloved one does. Oh! ................................

Emma Adamyan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unloved-7/