I never write my words to make you smile,
rather, to make me be loved by your love.
I still keep waiting under this old oak tree
to where I want you beside here with me;
we will watch the sun sets along the horizon,
and together read the lines of my poems.
This feelings worth fighting for, the problem,
if you accept it for you to be dethroned.
I need you to be my queen under my castle,
under the heart full of wishes and dreams,
you will not find emptiness behind my walls
I will be with you till this world will end,
and I never write my words to make you smile,
rather, to make me be loved by your love.