Ansias

With moonlight rays, I’ll draw a staff where I’ll write.
With drops of blood, the pains felt from my heart.

/And intertwining the notes,
with flowery verses,
I’ll tell you my longings
in this, my song/ repeat.

Each note a sigh
marking, in silence, all my anxiety.
Drops of dew, crystal-clear tears
that are bound to fall.

Hidden moans will vibrate, in this melody.
Like the trill of a bird that sings, so sadly,
his melancholy.

The candles, so white,
of my thoughts will sail the seas.
The distant stars will light up
in every color.
/And on your fresh lips, the echo of a kiss
will be a symphony
when the day comes that with wild longing
you give me your love/ repeat.