Romance “O pourquoi donc” in E Minor, . 169 (Franz Liszt)

The notes they flutter in the breeze,
A tender melody that softly teases,
With each note, my heart it yearns,
For love that blooms and forever burns.

The strings they weep a mournful sound,
Echoes of passion that tightly bound,
My soul, my heart, to another’s gaze,
A love so deep it sets me ablaze.

The music whispers of a gentle love,
One that’s pure as the white dove,
A love that lasts through all the pain,
And brings us joy amidst the rain.

With each trill and every note,
My heart takes flight like a bird afloat,
On the winds of passion and sweet desire,
With flames of love that forever inspire.

So let the music fill the air,
And guide us to love that’s true and rare,
A love that lasts through all life’s tests,
And beats forever within our chests.

:: 03.15.2023 ::