You,
my source, my inspiration,
my country, my every nation,
my shining star wherever you are,
you my blank paper,
my pen,
you my inspiration,
and then,
I write,
I complete,
sometimes heavy,
sometimes neat,
the words are dancing in my brain,
never the same,
never again,
and as the water heads towards the fall,
and many people die,
poor people crawl,
as the sun is shining for one more day,
this is my style,
to write and to say,
that you have been living in me,
before I was born,
for everything was detailed,
planned,
before we cud understand,
that the hands of time,
and the face of eternity,
will meet one day,
in me and you,
not fantastic but true,
for the love i give you,
every single day,
expands, gets enlarged,
each second, minute, hour, day,
for your beauty and your body,
carefully I study,
like a painter,
that needs to paint,
like a long distant echo,
of which you'll get the sound as it becomes faint,
yes like that,
I want to dance my tongue,
on each section of your body,
every contour,
that my heart will lure,
into a mission,
with precision,
I plant on you a million kisses,
for its you that my heart misses,
its you the final straw,
with you eternity and imagination draw,
the real moments I have inside,
the intensification, the one to glide,
and this is my way, of all the ways that are true,
lit by destiny, I simply LOVE YOU
