Take me, my love, right behind the curtain
Wherein the sun streams bright but the grass looks plain
Like a passionate young kiss in the rain
There shalt we remain; with all the images,
sacrifices, and the deep secrets of pain
And there thou shalt also sing with me,
until my stern heart
melts to love again.

Ah, I'm red, red, red, red, red! Blush didst I odiously-heavily and gaily, soon as my cheating eyes caught t'at sight of thee! Yes, my dear! So splendid in thy furry, silky coats, ah! silver and red just like th' plentiful breaths of thy streaming innocent gladness; and so perfectly swimming in the oceans of thy handsome face. How profuse and miraculously stunning, like t'ose proud branches of th' juvenile brown verdure-clinging to th' wreaths of cloudy smokes, but still in possession of t'eir own light-hearted lives. How my pride, and weary confidence, sulkily musically leaned away and eagerly bubbled out of my entire conscience; ah, gasping for air then I ended up, unable to **** in th' very atmosphere of th' corridors in which I numbly stood. How I was incurably merged into thee, my love! But still-can't thou see it? My wit, oh, my absurd, haughty wit-and waning intellectual dignity, all were but worse and merely remnants of desultory shadows as soon as thou heaved thy shiny self into view; and straight away-ah! in th' one very blink of th' cautious eye of thee-my thorns of meek feelings were but cheered again with unseen crowns of white dew. Oh, querida! How I plodded about th' magnanimous region of our dwellings, yes-amidst t'ose chirping buds of waterlilies and lavender-like moors out t'ere-t'is morning, with thy image so clearly evoked within my chest, before satirically-and dolefully-giving up my fragmented efforts-as I found thee not, my love! But t'is tearful evening, o, as agitated, sombre and colourless as it would ever become, soon flashed into mine t'at wildness, and yet flirtatiousness-of thee, bathed in jubilant waters of light, and deafening storms-ah! t'ose torturous storms of benevolence, hysterical prudence, and ingenious salutations. Oh, how sure and convinced I duly am now-t'at thou art th' only merit and most precious gift I shall ever love, cherish, and care for. Thou art, indeed, th' sole man I want, and am ever desirous of, in t'is mortal world-for I consider thy love immortal, and secured, for me-ah, as it hath always been-just for me, love. I love thee-I love only thee, oh my, my darling! A prince, prince as thou art, shalt break t'ese weak, ye' icy stones in which I am enveloped-for all th' virtuous akin 'tempts hath all been wan and futile-and melt, melt safely t'is stern heart of mine so I canst cherish love again.

You enticed me
You trapped me in your arms
You filled my air
You strangled me with your love

You arrested my tears
You imprisoned my fears
You lived within my *******
You froze me through your jests

Your eyes full of queries
Morning questions and midnight worries
Your lips wet with sinister temptations
Your words a battle of naughty potions!

And then you skulked hurriedly away
Left me stranded here all night and day
Gliding farther and farther from my circle
Thinking that all we had were faint and feeble

But then you came back here
Your presence was as stately as before;
but your charms were not there anymore!
If only I could've understood it,
as when you left I cried no more.

Ah! and here I am,
imbued with thoughts and rich ballads,
but no lover's within my sight
All are gone off to day and night.

Ah! Ah! Ah!
But within me there's something new,
Of which I fancy I know almost none.
Among those few choices by the hue,
I figure now I know which one.

Which one is true,
the one who is not at all like you.
You are my gray, cynical past;
you were just waves of my dark lust.

Ah! Might now I know my direction,
to him I must now make my turn.
As the humble birds flop and sing,
through the barns with their pretty wings.

Oh! And in the farms he'll feed the horses,
whilst 'mongst the rushes I'll water the roses.
In the evening we'll cherish our new life
He the husband, and I the wife.

And thy innocence-ah!
Thy innocence, querida, is like a sheet of eternal rain,
and piece of childish art whom my soul adores.
But thy hair! Ah, that tangled black mass of hair-
warm and tidy just like the cloak thou wear-
pure and flirtatious like a young teddy bear.
Meanwhile thy cheeks-oh, thy pink cheeks,
ripe and playful like the forbidden fruit,
poisonous like the Eolian lute,
and as dangerous as a romantic flute.

I found thee again this morning
Wand'ring peacefully through the drops
As I walked down by the bus stops
Next to the farm full of green crops

Thy naivety, and stares of love-
were like the flopping birds above!
How thy questioned my weary face-ah!
With signs as clear as thy blue eyes.

Alexander, Alexander
How thy eyes still wicked with wonder
Pity but I love thee no more
Nor as much as I did before

As now I'm painfully certain
That I'm in love with another
Yet our first meeting shalt remain-
strong, untouched and never alter.

How I gasped as our eyes met;
how thou rubbed thy hair when I greeted!
Ah! Thy golden hair-shone light and fair,
as I sat next to thy blue chair.

Alexander, Alexander
Let me show thee how cries can smile
and how sad tears can be joyful.
Let me teach thee that love is vile
and openness can be spiteful.

And when thou understand this then;
be glad and shed thy tears away.
For thee wilt come that joyous day-
the one our hearts might not know when.

Alexander, Alexander
Let me cherish thy remembrance
As I write here 'twixt the brown furze.
Let us cheer nature's prominence
With our stories' shifts and curves.

Forgive and forget, dear lover
as I turn right in yon corner.
For 'nother soul, is there for thee-
whilst my dream prince, there waits for me.

Thy innocence, thy innocence is more than what words have to say
Passionate face with youth that shall never decay
Oh, and stay mute amongst those bitter roses of May;
vanished worlds are real to me today.

Yester' firmly thou startled the wooden door
And grinningly stepped into the carpeted floor.
Vibrant speeches then thou began to tell;
thy voice silenced souls like a spell!

And how nature celebrated thy sound-
ah! as I could feel it on my bare ground.
Look! How those wheels just whirled round and round-
but bits of thy keen presence they never found.

Windy were just the dusky moors
Just as the brisk rainfalls turned worse.
Rattling against frail, murky hedges,
sweeping over cross, old shaky branches.

O! But shy, shy were thy glistening cheeks-
with shadows that were genuinely sweet!
Charming thy crowds with pretty wit-
as the new night grew darker and bleak.

Ah! But times for thou are forever;
while songs to thee are just curious and everlasting.
As death thou shalt never encounter;
with a life as long and unbending.

Aye! With that gaze so listless and melancholy-
but days so suspicious and full of poesy!
Thy steps still light but not playful;
amongst those tasks too hasty and dreadful.

Oh! Vivid clarity, and its colourful rainbows
are like the talents thou decently show.
Thy modesty might they but adore
Lightly and gaily, later and before.

O my willow! Thou art the fir tree to my green ferns;
dust and pale fire are thy dignified young heirs.
Last time when their suffering was hard and stern-
resolve thou did, their lonesome affairs.

And how dreary this smoky haze-
that once put me in grayish days!
But now strangely it has it been lifted-
and my whole conscience has now returned.

Ah! And how thou, thou wert there, once more!
As soon as I escaped from my dry stupor
and to safe convenience I restored;
thou wert within, just behind the door.

But like singing clouds thou drifted away again-
undead and undying, just like souls shalt always remain.
For thou there might never be tomorrow;
for thou art still, in thy here and now.

Immortal.
Oh, yes, he is immortal.
Immortal in his youthfulness indeed!
He shalt age and grow but never change;
he shalt wane and wither just in pain!
Just like a stubborn day rainfall-
ah! which remains a thick stifling veil
to our young sky, and its starlights-
like a loyal fence and its old window;
sitting and hoping that endings shalt never show
Yes, he shalt but still look the same tomorrow.

Ah! His eyes but a way down to my soul;
which I find lone but beguiling!
Pangs of endurance and blighting pain-
all vanish soon as I catch the sight of 'im again!
Oh! And with an indolent smile so comely;
he shalt answer up all my queries vividly!
Brilliance and height but with his tones;
but of a wit firm as an obedient stone-
he washes me of all my doubts,
fears, and worries of my small thoughts.
Amidst the decaying weary roses,
and those pallid old-time posters
he is but my friend, so jolly and bright like me.
He shalt stand there with shy feelings
next to the bustling stairs in the mornings.
And out doth I venture on errands-
so late that I need nearly run!
Greeting me there he smiles again-
and all day shalt his picture remain!
O, how I adore his cherry-like lips-
full of secrets, brave rays, and twists!

He is my immortal sun and star-
the flow that fills, and rises my heart.
He is my undying day and night-
to my thunder, he's brown starlight!

Ah! He is corrupting me again with love-
but in his eyes doth I find clarity!
Clarity, my dear, a bright tenderness and promise
that no other lover can surmise.
Oh, my whole sweetness-canst thou hear me
scream and pray for thee?
Ah, how that bunch of wordless gazes
brimming with startling eyelashes-
when thou peered into my moonless sun;
thrilled through me and proved us one.

And ah! My young sailor, be but my dawn to me-
when nights are lies and dusks are unfree.
Shield me on gray mountaintops-
hold my hand as I stroll amongst the shops.
Heap on me some flowers!
How betwixt those icy morning showers-
shalt thou retreat to my bower.
With a ring of blissful laughter-
and the joy of a new prudent lover;
shalt we entwine just together
and celebrate our glad encounter!
Meanwhile with conscience thy entreat-
that the vow of union I repeat-
and bringst thy heart which hast made me blind-
and knit thy pure love into mine.