Amaran Period Poem 6: Bella Primavera

O how I cried during winter’s raging fury

For my lips refused to speak into thy ear

My life engulfed by the snow’s flurry

With it being wrapped by tendrils of fear

We use to laugh �" our radiant smiles �"

We danced, we held each other

Now I cry, you fly away by miles.

I, now darkness and sadness smother.

Curse my shy lips

Damn my ruined life.

The touch of you by my fingertips

Has been replaced by a bleeding knife.

But enough of rules, enough of complaint

I deny such a disgusting restraint

 

Kissing the chains of my bondage away, I want to yell;

I want to scream about how much I love you, how much you mean to me,

But let me begin with the truth, the beacon of enlightenment, of liberty, of strength.

O how my very blood boils with hate of its history;

It speaks malediction of he who wrote hatred and anger into my life,

For his wickedness, his shame, his licentious being tarnished my perception,

But when you sauntered into my dreary world with affection,

I trembled and turned my cheek from thou adoration because of my boiling sanguine.

Yet after knowing your love I could no longer despise or fear my father’s blood,

For thou has the same �" the same blood, faith, worship.

I nonsensically feared thou because of the devastating agony in my heart.

 

How I yearn to return to the past, to the night of jubilee in April

Not to stand afraid, not to stand distant, not to stand in animus

But I want to stand next to you with a brilliant smile of love.

I want to dance with you in front of all our friends;

Let them know how much passion fills my heart.

Forget my quavering to let my arms embrace thou celestial figure,

In its turquoise cloth like the ocean filled with abundant life

And thou floral apparel blossoming just as a rose does with the caress of the sun.

Let that night be my declaration, my pledge to love thee, to defend thee, to never let thee go

 

Our sun has set upon that night

Our courses in life fell away,

But my soul continues its unflagging fight

To make what should have been that night today!

However, my spirit wearies of this war,

Lamenting and slowly dying,

Freezing at its very core.

I can no longer bear the crying.

 

Let not the sun set upon a new life.

Come with me, my beloved, to run from the morose night.

Let us spend our lives in endless sunset

With its glorious rays blessing our love,

Coloring the sky in shades of auburn, peach, and lavender

Warming our cheeks, stroking thy gleaming brown locks.

Let the wind of Spring fill our lungs with love, with passion, with ethereality,

Giving spirit to a renaissance of our mutual affection and joy.

Let me lie with thou in an unending meadow of flowers,

May they perfume thy hair with their lovely intoxicating fragrance.

And as we lie on this mattress of flora, permit my hand to caress your countenance.

Dream of the heaven in my eyes with you drifting in their dancing current like the waves of the sea,

For I will also dream of thou verdant eyes and their gleaming jade.

Dream of my soothing touch from the gentle motion of my hand,

For I will dream of thou tranquil touch running across my face.

Dream of my sweet breath tickling your wondrous complexion,

For I too will dream of your breath stroking mine.

As you dream of my dazzling eyes, my soothing touch, my sweet breath,

Listen to my soft, serene whisper in thou ear constantly singing, “I love you, Amara Amora!”

Please Amara, my Amora, dream of the beautiful Spring of our love.

Sognare di Bella Primavera, O mea Amara Amora!