This poem I dedicated to Thee
Comes from my restless Heart, flying like a Bee
Searching the highest of hills and the lowest of seas
Never ending up depressed on hot teas.
I come to you to show my affection
Since I look at you, purest in the whole nation
Strong as a Lioness, never been possessed by a potion
Brought me near to you, sharing a humble portion.
Dear Lady, my face may be full of reddish hills
Or my wallet may not have the enough bills
I can show to you that my intentions are full of thrills
And that I may be more faithful and full of fills
Even if I may curse at unwanted things
Or may forget wearing our rings
You may still be faithful and loving
So that we can be strong and caring.
Please, my Love, come to my broken heart
Since it has no hope, fill it like an art
That my love will flow like a raging river
To your inner core, my unending lever
I pray that when you come,I may be ready
That God himself will made my heart steady
That you, Beauty ever anew, may never fade
That my heart, you will forever raid.
