Oh, oh! As-if in my heart’s modest cabin– the vagabond soul of the moon is gathered in! True, true! As-if that abode, deserted, in ruin– is invaded by- the scented branches of jasmine! The flames of your kiss, on my cold lips– flourish like the shrubs of ruby tulips. in my mind, tens of stars glow– inside of a mysterious halo! Constantly, within my breast– fiddles and harps, a stranger guest. All along his heavenly rhymes– the perfume- of incense chimes! -.-.-.- Oh, no! I cannot believe that me– was fated– for such unison with thee; And, the piercing stare of your eyes, your eyes– to turn on me with warmth, towards my heart rise! No doubt, in this dreamy universe– the Morning Star shines on my earth! In my notes, I write with the plume of a dove: “Stay, forever with me! Oh, the Dawn of Love!”
Posted on: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 09:33:44 +0000
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