L’amore È Una Vittoria

Dalla prima volta che ti ho guardato negli tuoi occhi

Ho sentito la tua presa intrecciata

Intorno al mio cuore

Come fiori

 

È stato in una notte sotto le stelle

che mi ha portato al tuo letto

“voglio fare l’amore”

sono state le parole che mi hai detto

 

E quando ti ho visto

nella luce, pura e chiara

Fra il nostro silenzio,

non c’era né dolore né paura

 

solo il movimento del respiro

che scivolava tra le labbra aperte

Sulla strada del destino

che sembrava senza fine

 

Ma ora, in questa città bellissima,

camminare mano nella mano

è impossibile sentire da sola

con tutto che abbiamo sognato

 

Quindi anche se la pioggia cade a terra

Non coprirà mai i nostri occhi di lacrime

Perché la vittoria sta nella nostra felicità

E vivrà per sempre!

 

INGLESE:

Love Is A Victory

 

From the first time that I looked into your eyes

I felt your grip woven

Around my heart

Like flowers

 

It was a night under the stars

Which led me to your bed

“I want to make love”

Were the words that you said

 

And when I saw you

In the light, pure and clear

Amongst our silence

There was neither pain nor fear

 

only the movement of breath

that glided between open lips

On the road of destiny

That seemed endless

 

But now, in this beautiful city

Walking hand in hand

It is impossible to feel alone

With all the things we have planned

 

So even if the rain falls to the earth

It will never cover our eyes with tears

Because the victory is in our happiness

And it will live forever!

A Pledge With Death

(You wish for something

To appease your thoughts

But searching your mind,

You find nought…)

 

Oh sweet duplicity of intent

That falters my conscience;

Some might say

My actions were hell-bent…

 

But what may be this

Mysterious manifestation

That drives its fettered stream?

Upon reflection, I think

It was a dream…

 

Even now as my

Sprightly spirit returns

I start to remember

The Love for which I have yearned…

 

And even as Death mingles

Around her edges, I am quite positive

My pledges will not be burned…

A Beautiful Burden

The light reflects onto your face

And into your searching eyes;

When you look in the mirror

Do you find something you despise?

 

Amidst your wandering gaze

Which hangs heavy with your lashes

Inside I see a soul that carries

A burden your beautiful face matches

 

Might it have been love

That carried me into your arms

Or was it my lack of resistance

For your insatiable charm?

 

The longing to pour into you

My soul whilst resting

My weary head against your shoulder

My feelings for you are unadulterated;

What concern is it that you are older?

 

For in matters of the heart

My single most preoccupation is clear:

To love you unreservedly;

You are my queen and I am your seer

Let Us Marry

Let us marry these thoughts to the dust

Allowing all that is impertinent

To turn to rust

 

Imparting our love in youthful hands

That shook,

We read each other’s minds

Like words from a book

 

Turning, ever turning

To catch the expression written on your face

Whilst your eyes burn in desire

And you lead me to that place where

 

Hope becomes the mirror

In which I gaze upon you my lover

And the world goes quiet

For we need only each other

Mourning Song

When lovers are lost

What battle is won?

Nay, there is none.

For what are we

But mourners searching

For the love that was begun?

 

Between the soft sheets

Where we lay in amorous embrace

Admiring the jigsaw symmetry

Made by our bodies’ shapes

 

As our souls sang and danced

In perfect unison

We bathed in the comforting truth

That no love as great as this

Could be outdone

 

Until the words

“too good to be true”

Started ringing ominously loud

And started to smother our love

In its pre-burial shroud

 

Before there had ever been

A proposal to marry

Fate found a reason

That such treasured dreams

Should be tarried

 

And so now all that remains

Are ghosts whispering

Those old words in my head

Constantly taunting me

That the only love

I live to regain is dead.

A Longing To Belong

Yours was the name

That so oft hung upon my lips;

Yours so beautiful and seductive

That I still long to kiss

 

On my tongue still rolls

That sweet dreamy taste

Of days filled with a kind of loving

That knew not the word ‘haste’

 

Instead it glided smoothly

Betwixt us; I unbeknownst

That such heavenly rapture

Could on Earth have existence

 

And yet with its so swift departure

I am forced to start anew;

Eradicating ecstasy

And the only love I found to be true

 

To become the very shadow, the very dream

Of sublime femininity that I crave;

A hopeless longing

For the soft female touch that

Will surely go with me to the grave

Living Inside Your Reality

Living inside your reality withers me away

Whilst the lost words I sought to profess

Lie wrapped in a decaying shroud of death.

 

How I have longed to write the words

To win myself back into your heart

But what use is there,

When the lover has been written no part?

 

Everything is but a false sense of security

Into which we are deluded entirely;

A sedative of apathy force-fed to us blindly

 

Meanwhile Beauty waits for me

To rescue her away from the hapless reality

With which she abides;

My choice is left to no other:

Fight against it or else she dies

 

Even to the extent of causing myself abundant sorrow and loss;

The grief of tomorrow is the price that it will cost…

The Prevailing Silence Of A Broken Heart

What prevails except

The silence within?

You speak no words

And so my thoughts

Are reflected in

 

And yet I have made my heart

A wealthy storehouse of love

To show you that for me

Your happiness is enough

 

But instead tis trapped

In this enslavement of solitude

In which several worlds collide;

Several parts of my being

From which I cannot hide

 

Such as the subdued anger

Of my repudiated self

Which awaits rejuvenating,

To be restored to natural health.

Bound By Love And Grief

Unbind me

From the wrath of Grief

That withers away

My countenance;

 

It robs me of the joys of life

As would a thief

 

Tear out

The silence of inexplicable woe

That feeds this solitude;

 

It agonises my body and soul

More than you’ll ever know

 

Dark, miserable monstrosities

That threaten to overwhelm me

Might be banished

From my being tonight

 

Had I but found an affection

Half as sweet

As my one gentle love

That I was to meet

And love for the rest of my life

Waiting For A Love Revival

Oh how I long for those days

Where we are but momentarily united!

I’d no longer gaze down despairingly

At our separation and fight it

 

Or wonder at how

My connection to you vanished

Not much later than it started

Without even a word

From our once adoring spectators

Who then departed

 

Oh yes, I’d seize the moment

With all my might,

Eradicating any existence

Of so wretched a respite

 

And turn to you

With so loving a gaze as before

And cry beseechingly:

“Don’t you understand…?

It is your love I implore!”

 

But the lady doth pity win;

Turning my love for her into anger

Would be turning myself to sin

 

And so I must carry

My heavy heart

Such as raw flesh on a plate

 

Believing in the cause

Of a love revival

That I hope won’t arrive

Too late.