A Madrigal of Sorrow

Nothing is like the pain going with you…
Vanishing the breeze, licking the wind…
He asked you to be sad, to be beautiful
Bring some tears along with the past
I like you crying, and most when your wipe
Carries a loud, dense and tortured love
Oh, dear (my queen), madrigal of sorrow
Share me all your sins and bring them down
We both know your darkened heart
Only sings verses of a lonely and damned poet
Verses of laments, spleen, beauty in rudeness
Verses received from flowers, Fleurs du Mal