So many things have reached the heart of mine,
So many have devour into past and time,
But love has never left me happy for so long,
Because the time I spent with you is like an old, old classic song.
A melody that I could listen to, again, again and again,
A tune, echoing inside my soul that’s driving me insane,
A whisper that persists into my head, into my ear,
Oh love, oh sweet poem, why do you release my tear?
The moments that you reproduce are of so black,
The visions you create so hard are forms of an perish fact,
Your words are like labyrinth to strangers thought,
A metal cage in which your eyes have always caught.
But who will understand my love, my poem? Who could dare?
Those that I would wish to, do not care,
Those that I have written to, enen cagey imagine in oblivion,
No one trusts and no one wants to be a heart companion.
Your time has not yet come my sweet illusion…
Your future still awaits there in the darkest fusion,
Your dramatic rimes, your tragic stile, your simple rhythm,
Is confusing like your life, like your present, like your fight…
Like your indubitable struggle to revive, to survive…
