Beatrice

I fell in love with you, just when had seen you, dearest, I still recall the simplest talk around us, You were just one the mute, and speech of fire, fierce, In lost of sounds words, were send me by your eyes. Days by the days were sunk. The year had passed since then. And spring is sending us its living rays, once more, The flowers are set in fairy dress again, But I'm? I'm still in love with you as was before. And you're, as in the past, the silent one and sad; Only your look sometimes is glowing and speaking, Not in such way, sometimes, the moon - an empress, great, - Is hiding her bright face behind a mound, pricking? - Yet, and behind the rock, with her forehead inclined, From darkness, narrow, she sheds the gorgeous light.