A woman like me is not for everyone
Because black diamonds are rare
And that not every sauce of mine
Require tomatoes, I need some chili
Masculine figure- with brain and Gut
Some that can stimilute me- adding
value to my bar-code- Teaching me
what's new and what was- keeping me awake
Working hand in hand- On accomplishing
My Destiny- Only who can understand
That when I am Fine- I feel so much
Inner peace- that the Machine goes on
Mute- an understanding of my
constancy and my unconstancy
Someone to completes the 432Hz in me
Who can listen to the silence and find
The Greatness of Peace In the Silence
Which I can contemplate- I will be a note on
his Fridge- and him the marvellous flowery
gel I crave so much to shower with
In order to stimulate and Appease my
Soul- The one who will embrace my smile
And hurts and feel my need to spreadlove
to the beggars- and drug addict and who'll
help me to give a hand to whoever needs!
A woman like me cannot be for everyone
And everyone is not for me- nevertheless
I recognise the particular scent and shades
of all the flowers that I can smell and see!

When all I can express is gratitude
And that every meeting is a blessing
When I see how we both improved
Ourselves and changed in order to
adjust to each other, all I can feel is
Gratitude, I feel Blessed in a heavenly
way, Praise to the Lord, for bringing
the most peaceful, well mannered
and self contained man on my way,
One year, Yes, One year already,
You bring continuous Peace and Love
in me, you are the Man that completes
the woman I am, you give shape to
every inch of my body with your kiss
and touch, One Year Now, One Year
Of Love and Blessings

When you kiss and say i love you
But the heart is not whispering the same thing
Neither is the heart, taking pleasure in the gesture
Of Love that you are assuming, claiming
It's simply pure Acting...
All the false pretense, can only be a burden
A burden on the pretenders heart,
Just like a magnet, you pretender tries
To make of what repulses you be like,
What attracts you, So you play the Game
Because, you want something from, whom
You are trolling up... Pretension
Faking reality, Faking the Heart's color
For so many sake, but still driven by,
Self-Interest, Pretend To Love, So common
Nowadays, Some  Pretenders just can't find
        a better way and Game, Than      
              Pretending To Love