Isa Irina, My Friend Of Mystery

She beeth friend of mine ever true
to our acquaintance though paths
remain to be crossed

She of grace and décor so delicate
in pale skin be lovely always
as scarlet lips blush not to contrast
azure in eyes radiant in hope
of beauty to behold
yet I do not for in my gaze
she be but image of reflection

Oh, how speak she as words
of all intellect appear on to one
as me who be deaf to her
never in presence of physical
lacking not spirit of woman

Isa Rina, be ye angel or phantom
of dream as significance hold nay
in reality of visits of touching
upon life always barren to posses
thine society

Isa Rina, as deity of femininity
ye cometh to glide upon earth
so shy of thine noble generosity
to elevate all whilst I await for her

Oh Isa Risa, from fantasy of mine
will appear on to eyes of mine in vision
from illusion to reality of solace in
good never of malice

By: Gianni Truviani

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My name is Gianni Truvianni, I am an author who writes with the simple aim of sharing his ideas, thoughts and so much more of what I am with those who are interested in perhaps reading something new. I also am the author of the book entitled “New York’s Opera Society” which is now available on Amazon. www.amazon.com/Yorks-Opera-Society-Gianni-Truvianni/dp/0595500161/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1226658466&sr=8-2