My life is full of adventures,
Beside the situations I know,
In the journey of love,
Of which I understand the end and go,
With burning heart in need of water,
Hauling here and there like a cooked, crow,
In the search of knowhow,
Sometimes look upside, sometimes eyed below,
Crying and shouting in front of God,
Making noise allover from the position very low,
For a second to make happy my soul,
I articulate the symbols of her eyebrow,
There are waves inside my skull,
Drag me to kiss and get a bow,
I am a slave of her rosy lips,
Yes, I have a wisdom this I know,
I surrender my love to my grace,
To my heart I said no no no...
I got trapped in the bushes of her hairs,
Like a hunter traps an innocent Dow,
This should be written on my grave,
Still passing the pains of departure in a row.