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
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