In these lines I read you as lullaby
In these pages I wrote you in hindsight
In these details I exorcised evil lies
In these anthologies, this is where I hide
You're a better poet than me
You may never know
Hello Poetry.

Always mi amor,
I know enamorado
Feliz a tu lado,
though I'm a self-taught tough love
But why it's always adios,
and not non vemos
Lo siento,
you only speak
in te a mos....