Must I love so many times? It calls at my door.

May I go fast just be called for,

and prompt the singing of that chant rarely heard.

May people be surprised and overjoyed,

finding on the air some traces evincing

that, somewhere, someone still loves.

May this world not destroy the feelings

we are ready to afford to our lonely souls.

May we, also, learn to spread a low sound,

for people are accustomed to envy such rare

and sweet true lovers.

 

Published in the Anthology “The Children of Orpheus”, by Subterranean Blue Poetry, October 2016.