Is Love Just A Pretty Tulip Poem by Vincent Silvertop

Orfeus follows dilligently his efimeral destiny,
To the populous city,
He is found in the midst by love
Satisfy this longing for your heart.
This efimeral beauty is the song I sing.
Its spirit, dares to play the piano over the ruins of history
To render homage to love/
So its pretty flowers of diverse colours.

Can grow stong, beautifull impress you in peace.
As if they were clouds
Rain falls from clouds like tears.
That obstructed his travels through the universe,
Hypnotized by the cristaline river,
Which leads to a beautifull landscape,
Orpheus sees paradise, he thinks
love opens an inner eye, and he advances finds a golden path.

He floats trancendentaly above the world,
Untill he complettes loves sacred mission,
Then falls into his loves hands. has tasted love.