A Voluptuous Night

Sorrowful and lonely lover, glance over the weeping roses that the April' rain lulls to despair; pick them from the garden, where we made love; O sweetest and most precious woman so sad, remember the faithful man who gave you all! And should a gust of wind disperse those roses...all their petals I will catch, to hold them in my loving embrace; o purest heart and most delicate lips, this man misses them with their warm kiss! And should life be mine again, I wouldn't be sad! Your young and radaint face has been veiled by sadness, and every smile has been erased by the coming of sorrow, from which your dark existence is drawn; and silence keeps your words from being spoken, when nobody is there to comfort you with their wisdom! I can't touch as you truly desire, because I am no longer alive... to satisfy your wish and bring you a realisitic delight; when a courting star lies next to the pallid moon, smile as if I were there beside you: continue to dream of a voluptuous night! O priceless beauty, once so tenderly loved and unstained by sin; have you kept your vows...not to let temptation come in? If nothing can console you, think of one voluptuous night: when we passionately loved under the August' moonlight! O untempted sweet-heart, if your resistence gets weak, find your darling and love him...but never forget me! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci