In the mirror, I fear, of my frailty and my valour;
revelling in storms with much pride and vanity.
A great hero triumphs, in the heart of a sailor;
in darkness he sees the fair prince from Hades.
The master of deception – a world in the abyss;
the darkness blinds her from the passions of his soul.
He hears naught but her voice, her presence most delightful.
A smile I cannot hide; this world be my foe.
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To the music she dances, so serene and gentle;
the light air flows, a charm most magical.
Mesmerised by her beauty, and lost in her grace.
I smile to her presence, in darkness see her face.
Her strides of great flair, most enchanting and delightful.
Her dresses seen nowhere, in the world of mortals.
In memories I dwell, in dreams I fell.
Red tulips fade and my heart in her well.
A most elegant waltz, drifting from the graves.
Quavers most joyous, skipping above the waves.
My sweetest little rose, how lovely is your being!
My most adorable flower, what bliss I am in!
Bitter cacao in wine, her sweetness most divine.
Of a lover’s finale, at eternity it parts.
Yet words are but feeble, the music of love.
Your innocence I guard, though it breaks my heart.
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In the nightly breeze, the recurring spirits sing;
wildly my mind paints our mysteries in silence.
Most delicate your eyes, a prodigy in your sense.
My dearest little angel, I wish to die in your wings.
For death is the end of life, what bliss is this final sleep.
Wistful words wander, in an unspoken dream.
To thyself be true my friend