NOBLE NOSTRA GELO (FrancAngelo J.O.)
NOBLE NOSTRA GELO (FrancAngelo J.O.) How heart-torn we feel That the one we’ve known And called our own Is really and truly gone! How awe gripped we feel That he that we conversed with And planned; and set our rendezvous with Is really no more! Yes! He’s gone! Gone to a land we know not Ah! That land of no return or U-turn We’ve heard of and wish to go —But wouldn’t go ‘cause we’re not seen yet! Or rather we’re not due yet ‘Cause we’ve got things to set Read me or Rue it! We’ve really and truly —wished foregone? Oh! That we may feel And have a grip of —Of that physique Elegant though That knows no bounds! Ah! That we may touch And hold unto you Like never thought of ever With that firm grip —That binds us all! The eyes we see We see no more, The voice we hear We hear no more! The mimicry we cherished And humour you flashed Are all renewed ove...