I wish I could look into your eyes,
But Aphrodite won't let me;
For a mere mortal must not heavenly pleasures cherish.
I wish your majestic gait could attain the liquidity of a waltz,
And yet, lose not a scintilla of that grandeur,
That made modest a proud admirer.
I wish I could touch the hands I saw in a dream,
Bestowing spring upon the autumn-struck lilacs,
Lying keen, by the empty street.
I wish I could make you hear 'L'amour est un oiseaux rebelle',
That my earnest love for you, on 'festive' eves sings,
To commemorate grief, that days make me oblivious to.
Now! I call upon you!
Come here,
And be the harbinger to my bliss.
Come here, I pray,
And help catch every moment that dies,
Before we even know it existed.
O come here,and let's sing,
'Libiamo, libiamo'
Before death even knows we exist.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC
I wish I could look into your eyes,
But Aphrodite won't let me;
For a mere mortal must not heavenly pleasures cherish.
I wish your majestic gait could attain the liquidity of a waltz,
And yet, lose not a scintilla of that grandeur,
That made modest a proud admirer.
I wish I could touch the hands I saw in a dream,
Bestowing spring upon the autumn-struck lilacs,
Lying keen, by the empty street.
I wish I could make you hear 'L'amour est un oiseaux rebelle',
That my earnest love for you, on 'festive' eves sings,
To commemorate grief, that days make me oblivious to.
Now! I call upon you!
Come here,
And be the harbinger to my bliss.
Come here, I pray,
And help catch every moment that dies,
Before we even know it existed.
O come here,and let's sing,
'Libiamo, libiamo'
Before death even knows we exist.
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