My greatest poem
is the one I got from my parents.
My name.
One from my mother,
One from my father.

Ramana its the princess of an old movie + h to write it beautifully
And Manhã is the word for morning, it came from a song

The song says

Morning so beautiful morning | Manhã tão bonita manhã
From a happy day that has come | De um dia feliz que chegou
The sun in the sky has risen | O sol no céu surgiu    
    And in every color shone | E em cada cor brilhou
The dream has returned, then, | Voltou o sonho, então,    
         To the heart. |  Ao coração.
          [...]
           After this happy day | Depois deste dia feliz
      I don't know | Eu não sei
If another day will come | Se outro dia haverá
         It's our morning, | É nossa manhã,
   So beautiful at last | Tão bela afinal
             Carnival Morning. | Manhã de Carnaval.

And coincidentally I was born in february, Brazil's carnival month

I might say I don't need it
when all I wanted was it.

But getting it is so hard that
I grew not caring in owning it.