I hear your voice through the breeze…
through the leaves, falling from autumnal trees
Even that I know winter will come too soon,
I turn my wavelengths confidently to your tune!
Even if my rhyme is just a petty mime
Even if my song is lost in time
I will have each shouting choir echo
before I go! Dearest, before I go!
I have dressed some Kings with my wings
Treachery too often befalls on what my efforts bring
But I see the Elysian place in your face
It is the removalists who will be left with an empty space
And all those irking questions will find their nemesistic answerings
If not, why did the troubadours sing through eternal timelessness of Roods and Rings?
You know, if destiny came calling like spring,
with flowers and meadows, sacred secrets, exotic things…
How would I gift it all to you, True Love? All to you!
Was my alchemy all worth it if your foot finally fit the shoe?
So I swing the stars like I sing my poetic anthem
I raise my coat of arms to your heraldry, in this unison of emblems!
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