The girl who brought flames; yet loved the water
of sprinkling desire, pain and affection
She loved the rose that blooms in winter
And adored the sunflower that withers in summer

Allured with the smell of spring,
Waiting for the song the fall may bring
On verge of left and right, she is
Eccentrically falling in love with the bliss

Her mind is an assortment of ******
Her heart; a fragile glass
It may never come together
And soon be poisoned by a mass

The girl who shut the moon;
She covered the sky
But went closer the sun,
and nearly died.

If earth and sky shall meet, ‘tis well
Though known to her the sky may fell
These things we cannot cure and tell
But hidden only inside Maribel.