Tribute to my friend, Cosette
Have you heard an angel's voice?
Deep in the night or soon in the morn.
The sweetest song you'll chance upon.
Don't take my word, I'm probably biased.
Where on earth is someone so pious?
You go west & then north & then south.
You'll see with your eye, proclaim with your mouth.
If you ask; where do I go? Well, of course Hidalgo.
Carry with you a flower, let it be a Rosa Blanca.
Only the best, for the sweetest girl you'll find.
She's as gorgeous as she's kind.
Her intellect won't leave you dull.
In a crowd, you'll tell she's the girl.
When you hear an angel's voice.
Thanks for your time.
-Constino
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PoetryLife is a mountain, it's a fountain, it is a sea. Though we can't live it to the fullest, it goes on after we're gone, it goes on forever more. Life never ends.
