My translation of this tragic love.
If you have ever read Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven then you will understand what I am about to say.
This man has lost the woman he loves oh so dearly. He is haunted by his memories of her. He yearns for her again. The sweet smell of her perfume lingers in his nose and he can't forget her scent. His mind can't help but focus on her. His heart calls to her. Taunting him. His love for her is his downfall. He will forever be haunted by her. The Raven simply states that she is no more and will never return. She is gone. He curses the angels for taking her from him. The knocking at his door has him jumping to it as if he's expecting her, but to only find disappointment. To be locked away in his room and to mourn for her. What is there left for him in life? Elenore was his love. His world. Without her, he's at a loss. Tis true love that has captured him. She took his heart to the grave with her. A world without her is a world not worth living. His mind has created the delusion of a bird, a talking bird, but a Raven. Why a Raven? Because it is dark sign of the Devil toying with him. It's associated with black magic and demons more or less. Occasionally the devil. He's become obsessed with Elenore being alive. His obsession. Warped his mind. Had too much to drink, perhaps? No. The pain in his heart has manipulated his mind. Turned him into a sullen creature. In the end, he believes life is nothing without his beloved Elenore.
If love isn't madness, then it's not love.
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