Per la Rinascita del Romanticism
(For the Rebirth of Romanticism)
A whisper of love spoke to me.
As beside it nestled; silently.
Enticing words that gnawed and chewed.
Without my resolve being renewed.
I tried to resist, I knew I should.
I told myself it would be no good.
But did I listen, did I hell.
Into the trap headfirst I fell.
The promise faded, as all must.
When built on feelings of simple lust.
Passion is fickle in the extreme.
Always searching for another dream.
Time casts a shadow on all eyes.
That only a fool will try to deny.
Love consumes. It take its toll.
It takes away your very soul.