To Love; the truth of symphony.
I share my thoughts to you, Milady of mystery.
Sleepless nights of whittle,
thou beauty has my grace risen into the starry nights.
Tune off the spirits of my place,
for I shall follow you till the end of the day.
For I have seen the light,
to follow beyond mother’s delight,
I float, I smile and reach me uncourt of height.
Waves of labyrinth following my endless arms,
to see, to love, to wait for you in your dress of white!
To rewrite love in a merely playwright.
To quote Shakespeare’s talking night; “The course of true love never did run smooth”.
Will you seek with me for the starry midnight?