Serenade

Is it You under my Window

Singing a serenade for Me

In disguise, tonight?

This gentle Cricket reminds Me

Of You, my dearest Friend:

So Shy, yet very Brave,

As I am Myself

I wake up around five

And the Sun is still far

While the Morning comes

But the Little Troubadour

And his chanson d'amour

Still hang at my Window

And I hear your Voice

To YOU

Vera da Pozzo

7rh-8th August 2026

Poem by me, as always.

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