Rose Of May Poem by Pietro Pepe

It was promised by the night
And once told me by the day
You’d be somewhere along the line
On the place where angels lay
And nor the devils laughing inside
Could ever, however stood in my way
It is the day as I would say
The day I find my Rose of May

By one night was told me, you’ll find the truth
A brief wind blowing wildly through
Along the seas, along the roofs
Crashing, melting, stunning you

Hell I’m not sure, should I hope for
The day I’ll find this distant day?
Cuz everything it’s just a lie
I guess, this time, a big mistake
But I don’t care!
One day I’ll find
My truly pure Rose of May


From her face you hide your soul
From the rose, my father told

Because to see it is not hard
You meet her by the day, It’s goodbye by the night
Your heart, like broken pieces of heaven,
Will hopeless, clueless, be falling appart

I looked at her, I tried to breath
I got heart blinded, empty within

Her smile rumbled the dumb melody
Like seraphs defyng us from heaven
My soul, I’m sure, now I see, now I know!
From her soul can’t never dissever

Who can pull the lever of the gadget-machine
That keep on getting us along?
Who can stanch the blood and leave us by
Side by side where we belong?
Who could close the gates of Heavens
To keep you here beneath our song?
Our song of the damned,
Our song of the timeless,
The song of our broken ones

If I could just stop time
Right now my dear, with a blink of an eye
I gently ask my love, if here by my side,
Could you possibly be happy tonight?

Let it be good while it lasts,
Times are evil, blind and fast
Let’s seize it before we pass
Because the life, my dear, It never rests.

The melody of the visible unknown
Is hidden on the last verse of my pains
Her nose, her face, her smile, herself
I wish on my heart even without gain

I wish...
My dear...
I could keep these chains
Breathing, dying, and fading away
I know, I’ve found you, only you
My truly pure...
My Rose of May