THE HEARTACHE SERENADE
Heartaches ov the masquerades, your essence fills the air.
The whistling ov the winds, becomes the symbols here.
Our escapades, ov the moonlight.
Dancing to the serenade, trees are prancing thru the air.
Lonely, my heart desires.
With tantalizing fires, flickering on parade.
Behind the masks facade, luving hearts admire.