It was a cold night and the breeze was blowing soft, I went to see you. I knew you’d never wake up, For you were lying stolid in your grave, Indifferent to the torments of the bleak world. The moon light eloquently recited, The...

Oh! You teach the moon her sublimity, And the Sun learns from you the lesson of Glory. You are more rubier than rose, And Your sanity inspires the Dove. The Spark of your eyes catches more, Than the rivulet under the shining sun. And your...

The fervour of Pygmalion's chisel, Brought life. To the petrified, epitome of beauty, Galatea. Still today, In front of my eyes floats your, Image divine. I try to convince my soul that, You are, My mere figment of imagination, ...