To whom you are singing?
Your Beatrice, Charlotte, or...
Are you disguising
As a sentimental piper
Who wish to prolong youth
Against his withering limbs?
How strong, you've ever felt
Through flickering words,
Smiles and a glimpse.
You named it the spring of life
And built a metaphorical castle
To protect all chimeras.
                                                                               
And a poem and a poem and poem.
And you are alive.

Picture: Dante Gabriel Rossetti's "Beata Beatrix"