Vannyele

In the calm and in the tenderness of the darkness;
I write a sonnet at this moment;
To talk from a girl that of heart;
Closes at her sole world, from torment;

Vannyele is a beautiful song that will touch;
In a simple, perfect and beautiful melody;
That with great pleasure that I will listen;
At the darkest moment and sinister of my day;

Vannyele is not just a normal girl;
Because is also a being that grieves;
But with a beautiful smile that makes formal;

Vannyele is a fear that rises and falls;
Hiding a feeling that to her is illegal;
But on guitar the her joy, just shineth;

The end!