Verona's violin, his voice that vibrates blood veins
I'm envisioning you like in Versailles
With your glass versions eyeing, vying for me,
vigorous caresses.
You're the victor, you valorous Vagrant, you villanous Love!
I veil my ardor in vain, vicariously weak
Leave me; vacate!
Certain hazards lie in wait
Devils that vanish from my thoughts amidst delight...
Every vision of yours visits me, don't you know?
You have the advantage
like viper's venom, and I'm left blinking and vacuous.
Do you endeavor to make me
a victim of all your vehemence,
of all your vague avenues?
Because I verily comply.
Sly maverick with vintage courtesy
Making vows between gazes and embraces
Lavish fervor that Venus would be so envious
Through la vitre, see the valleys and villas and vast liberty
But where's my vitality in the views?
Mine thrives with vivid colors,
readily verified only in those
Words like warm vapor, Verona's violin.
Portrait of a foreign love, a passionate one, one that lures you in with smooth words & attitude.
