Native Agra,
Mi amour' I've not yet met,
For thou this soul is agnate to thy aura!!!

The garden of eve awaits me,
Makes me,
To seeketh thy own splendid marble's men call eyes!!!

From thine Lip's to thy mind,
Thou brama of time,
For today thou hast given me a smile...

As that I dont see often!!!!

Enwrap me in thy garden..

I promise I shalt not wander far,
For you've enlarged mine heart,
As our two spirit's I feel
Burning on wings!!!!

Mayeth I feel thy sting?

Native of douce...