The Twilight Melancholy - Macbeth

The arms of twilight

Are dandling my soul

And in her eyes

I see the sweetness

Of a bright immortal-graced maiden

Who relieves the grieves of my heart

Wind is whispering your name

Throught the clouds in the sky

I will always remember your eyes

Veiled by tears

While the night prelude

Casted a spell on our glances

The eyes of the dying sun

Are looking at me

In this romantic immensity

An I can feel this melancholy

Pervading deep inside me

Twilight is whispering your name

To the clouds in the sky

I will never forget your heart

Beating over mine

And your passion heating my bosom

…And when butterflies fly on

Whitered flowers

And birds perch on dry brances

A tear will glide to your feet

And I will hold it in my hand

Like a pearl in its shell