I gather smells from
the garden near
the well
where
every drop drank
will be worth
my toil.

I am sullied
I am broken
Though they are whispered
I hear the words you've spoken
So open
Your heart
Unshackle
Your mind
Bring forward
Your art
And relish
These times
I find
With rhyme
I fly
Inside
But I hide
Unbearably shy
I see you
And wonder......

hold me, hold me,
oh my gosh, you're beautiful
hold me, hold me,
i wish we could lay this way forever.
kiss me, kiss me,
sweetly, softly, lovingly
kiss me, kiss me,
on my nose, my forehead & cheeks
love me, love me
i love you, i feel your heart
love me, love me
this beautifully always

Yo creo que es
Un poco tanto
Que Cortés
No fui cortes
A las Aztecas

Survivors carry
The lives of those who have passed
Into the new world