4. Sonet no. 4: From the Moon to Tartaros
Call me a citizen of the moon,
The love you give carrying me high.
We found each other that afternoon,
For so long only giving out a sigh.
Do not fred for our love,
Or any other matter.
It is as pure as a divine dove,
And makes me mad as a Hatter.
There is nothing you can do,
Nothing you can say any less.
I will still give my love, and heart too,
For with you, the Angels will us bless.
You may curse yourself to Tartaros,
But I will follow you, not living without 'us'.