Analysis of My love is hurt

I am alone, very alone.
None is near to solace me.
I am alone, very alone
as she departed me.

The moon beams seem to me firey.
The breeze doesn't cool my heart.
I am down, very down
after your hateful treachery.

I cann't console my soul
which is fidgeting in pangs.
I know, it will never sing,
the heart soothing songs.

The north steadfast is the witness
of my incomparable misery.
So it sends cool wind, vainly
to repose the contrary.

To me, love has lost its potentiality.
To me, love is synonymous of treachery.
I am in doubt,
If ever it will embrace integrity.