To be blessed with someone who flights in crowded vein,
Of all which my own being has suspended its belief,
Your beauty exudes all superficialities
Lingering through time and space.
Though the world clamored for distance,
The burning love we have will always be,
Seizing each other’s arms
In the zenith blue sky and reaching.
The clouds may be in winter dark,
Though the beads of the sun turn each into ashes,
the love which splendors of reach
will be entrusting these into its hands of twin.
Light up! O, hail of Venus!
I cry that you bles us with fortitude.
The Gods in Olympus would cross thy path,
But ne’er the songs be bewildered into each arms.
All those who in time may come,
Destroy thy path of lingering time,
May be in solitude calm, for this
And this is true and all for the truth of Love.