Life was cold and monumental,
That in a soul’s cradle, but one endure
Into a simple piece of scorching candle,
Whence you came, and caught me in lure
The beacon, now lit to life,
The coldness shattered,
Depart with shivering sentiment and strife
With words of compassion you flattered
Visions of sculpted angels,
Seduction of Venus,
And sole tenderness,
‘Tis the illumination in my existence
Melodies of St. Cecilia, I hear of you
You are the vibrant waves of my life.
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