Nightfall
The shy sun withdraws behind purple hills
As the dark sky lights up with silvery stars.
Oh, what beautiful scene, it fills me with thrills.
I go my way amongst the winding narrow paths
Of the dimly lit quaint houses of the small haven.
Breath-taking vista, night after night it lasts.
Soon I betake myself to my most popular tavern.
My stomach rumbles a bit with lack of food.
The Italian chef beams at me, twirling his moustache,
“What speciality shall we serve you, what is your mood?”
I decide to let the famous chef choose for me.
I know his tastes as he knows what I need.
Suddenly I hear of an ethereal tune of the deep sea,
As my charming Martha comes with her romantic song.
Ah, my sweet fantasies and yearning affections
Send me to seventh heaven as she twirls her skirt so long.
The meal I eat as I watch her dance. But soon
Her lavender fragrance fills me with joyous call.
All is quiet as she sits on my lap, such is our nightfall.
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