No one noticed my meeting with myself, not even you in your beauty showing off yourself.
No one but me noticed the rebirth of the interaction of my most tender poetry, staring in action, flowing in simplicity in your direction.
And, when it reached your heart, sweet young lady, it made you shine from the inside out, not even afraid of facing the contradiction of purity that made you to reinvent the desire that only you have, baby.
And still nobody cared about my poetry, except you. None in the ball payed attention to my eyes, except you.
It"s just that all eyes converged on the brightness dazzling the beauty of your flesh, in freshness, while I could see you through my poetry, with solemnness.