Must I love so many times it calls at my door.
May I go fast just be called for
and prompt sing 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 do not destroy feelings
we are ready to afford to our lonely souls.
May, also, we learn to spread a low sound,
for people are accustomed to envyso so rare
and sweet true lovers.
Published in the Anthology “The Children of Orpheus”, by Subterranean Blue Poetry, October 2016.