Last Serenade Of Love Poem by Valentin Gabriel Cristea

Love stays hurt
from an arrow of loneliness.
Cry! The song of love is in progress
to show me the beauty of your face.

Your look asks me palely
to bury the pain
in our dream of forgetfulness
to be purer, with the forehead without clouds.

Send me a thought, my sweetheart,
to be a visionary messenger for me
to feel again your love
I don’t wanna soften from your longing.

I always wait for you to come
to talk to me
love sweet love,
why did I not understand your last call?