SCENT
of Your Presence I don't see a trace
but of You I can feel a subtle Scent.
You've gone towards the divine Ascent
moving away from all earthly embrace.
You're the Fairiest of the Angel Race
thus my feelings for You here I vent.
to have Your Love 'n' Passion I'm bent
it's with You I want 'to hit the pace'!
o Beloved, long ago all this was set:
to each Other forever We shall belong
since the very beginning We have met!
ah, by now I hear You saying 'so long'
for Fate has at last accepted my bet:
I to do the good instead of the wrong!
Moacir to Selena 2009
o Daughter of GOD above
gimme Your divine Love
But found no cure, the bath for my help lies,
Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress' eyes.
Shakespeare's sonnet # 153
of Your Presence I don't see a trace
but of You I can feel a subtle Scent.
You've gone towards the divine Ascent
moving away from all earthly embrace.
You're the Fairiest of the Angel Race
thus my feelings for You here I vent.
to have Your Love 'n' Passion I'm bent
it's with You I want 'to hit the pace'!
o Beloved, long ago all this was set:
to each Other forever We shall belong
since the very beginning We have met!
ah, by now I hear You saying 'so long'
for Fate has at last accepted my bet:
I to do the good instead of the wrong!
Moacir to Selena 2009
o Daughter of GOD above
gimme Your divine Love
But found no cure, the bath for my help lies,
Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress' eyes.
Shakespeare's sonnet # 153