Romance and Seasons

While the bells are ringing high, While the sky is lovely blue, On your lips I see a feel of shy, A romantic atmosphere I can see as clue; Your beauty is soh with rocaille, I left my life alone in cromlech without key, How motivic is the tune of the organ’s coil, Labile is the world and tycoon is the sea; For if I quit myself and sonicateit into a sort, I need you in the other case for a bond, For if I find feria of pain overhere in my heart, Eidetic memoriesin my eyes,eina never going to be found.