Adagio
the breeze carries tonight
a song I thought forgotten
a sorrowful melody
that once was conceived
allegro
in the carnivalesque tune
of a merry-went-round love
it whistles with the blended trees
like a playing flute
on the greenest meadows
where a heart-shaped inscription
is the mark of a wooden tattoo
of a bygone kiss
once sweet
a violin cries memories
of that what it was
and it's not anymore
stringing softly
in the pentagram
of a broken heart
marking with rounds and whites
the tone tears will take
an adagio of naked bodies
intertwined
on the musical sheets
that recreates a symphony
to a soul in love
unrequited love...
