I was happy man
occupied with grace
Those moment
was really endless
How time flies
like an arrow it's a mess
What we had was magical
And lascivious
Was it necessary
to wash away all the differences?
Hope we remained with our imperfections
Because in it we found
an exquisite uniqueness
We found and formed a fondness
Strong love
surrounded by a nimbus
In this love story
we are sesquipedalian orators.