Macaronic

Sixteen lines of Macaronic verse.

My dearest, dolce, darling one,

Do not be lacrimoso,

My song, con brio, like the sun,

I sing affettuoso.

Pesante though your heart might be

I beg, semplice, hark to me

And, molto presto, you shall see

I love you amoroso.

With ravvivando pace, my heart

Is beating furioso,

With slancio I sing my part,

To please I’m risoluto,

Maestoso is my serenade,

Alone and, a cappella, played,

Such love, morendo, must not fade

But grow accelerando!