Castilian Tongue
In mountain peaks and gaping chasms’ hold,
A whistle’s call ascends, a tale untold.
It summons souls in ancient Castilian tongue,
Echoing through time, a melody unsung.
With each sonorous note, a blazing spark,
Igniting love’s desire, the darkest dark.
Across the land, hearts flutter to its sound,
Yearning for embrace, love’s tether bound.
From distant corners, where oceans roar,
A symphony of sighs ascends to soar.
Whispers of adoration, soft and sweet,
A testament to love, where hearts entreat.
The whistle’s call, a beacon of delight,
A love song etched in every passing night.
Its notes caress the soul with tender grace,
Unveiling passion’s symphony’s embrace.
