Silent, dark and cold I am
To the outside that knows not
The glow within my shell
Trembling with a secret
And the immortal self,
My interior self...
 

I spill over sometimes
Or leave gate ajar
And feel you peeping in
To my world-less garden
Where I keep my flowers
In vast array and alive...
 

I water them far and wide
As often as I like,
The smell and feel of them
Refresh my heart and mind
With joy and pleasure
That 's always genuine...
 

Here lives the beating heart,
Scented with emotion
That breathes the freshest air
With tender persuasion,
The flowers bloom most fair,
Peacefully and delicately...

Everything seemed magically arranged,
The flowers enjoying the refreshing dew
And the bright day
Making itself be felt
But something is absolutely missing:
The smile and presence of you
To make the whole day
Complete and pleasing!

Romeo Della Valle