Santa Sangre (To Arthur) Poem by Aram Stefanian

I miss the cool days with you when I was mucho happy
If deep red stands for blood or fire, I'm sold on it
You're never a guest of my dreams that are so nippy
I want one more rendezvous so bad I can taste it

I need a touch of spring in my aching freezing heart
Your contagious smile could breathe a new life into me
I still cannot conceive why we were destined to part
There's only relentless time that is our mortal enemy

Maybe in heaven we shall behold a new wide vista
The divine hearth subsisting on a pure undying love
Where we can neither split up nor say ''Hasta la vista''
Protected from evil by our guardian angels from above