AND SCARLET ROSES

AND SCARLET ROSES

Slowly,

unhurriedly,

imitating an alcyon

among the silver billows,

descends and sinks,

in the depths of the heart,

thy fragrant breath of Love.

It is as gentle as a breeze

that delicate days awaken,

and scarlet roses,

and tender violets,

and the joyous chirping of swallows,

and of the tenuous vermilion season,

its deep emotions.