Music Of My Heart

Rain is a musicophile,

She always wets me. 

Zephyr is a musicophile, 

She always 

Tousles my hair.

But I want, 

I want 

You to be a melomaniac 

For the music 

That my heart 

Incessantly manufactures. 

Yes, 

Oh! The unsurpassed beauty,

Sit beside me, 

Allow 

The music of my heart 

To reach your bosom 

To search 

The permanent niche of love.

 

Yes, 

Oh! The unrivalled beauty, 

Be a melomaniac, 

Give nod 

To the music of my heart 

To own the niche of love 

In your bosom.