You are an object of a man’s dream,
Like a girl besides a stream.
I look at you and I see a face of greatness,
Filled with bounties and graces.
Untouched and free as a wind,
With dreams of limitless end.
No answers nor even clues,
To the puzzled eyes that views.
Oh! Please tell me what hides in that smile?
Maybe they’re treasures in file!
Lucky for me to see and touch God’s grace,
And to feel her sweet embrace.
I love her for what she is,
Locked forever in mine heart my miss.