God Grant She Lies Still-Black Countess

"God grant she lies still" These are the words on a gravestone Wind, rain and snow kiss her memory As I kissed her to the rustle of falling leaves Come back to me my autumn love In the hour when silence cries! Sometimes I smell the odour of her perfume And see the play of shades showing her shape on the wall I hear the trees outside whispering her name And I feel a warm waft rushing past me Then her clear laughter rings in my head Devoured by a sarcastic echo And her presence is taken to nowhere Dissolving in the secret whisper of the night But I revere these moments... I recall our erotic dances To the wail of autumn wind Her peerless body in the light of the fireplace Her teasing provocative look Then her sexy moans ring in my head Devoured by a sarcastic echo And her last kiss is taken to nowhere Dissolving in the secret whisper of the night "God grant she lies still" These are the words on a gravestone...