A tree sways in the murmuring breeze,
On its crooked branch a nightingale is perched,
Humming and singing, a song,
Of memories sweet and long gone,
Of nights passionate and amorous,
Of kisses and embraces, delicate and rapturous,
And i remember those shudders of ecstasy,
That raging  fervour of love,
With melancholy sighs,
And with those melancholy sighs,
I wish to conjure a mysterious magic,
Which could fill my heart with memories,
Instead of blood,
So tht in my veins will course a flood,
A flood of pure love ,
And let my body tremble with that bliss ,
Of knowing tht u reside so deep,
Inside my body and soul ,
Of knowing that there is nothing to separate us,
And knowing that my heart is finally whole