The lady always shapes the image in my mind
You always stare, I feel like I'm in the sky
Your smile eases my sadness
There is no one like you, O my muse
My heartbeat you used to listen to
I'm happy even if I'm just your fan
Ready to be a slave of your heart that I can't shoot
Hear this heart, when you know darling;
You are the content and cause of quick twitter
There is no equal to the simplicity you have
In my eyes your beauty is unparalleled
'when you see, eyes widen even more
Ready to stop cheering, and attention will be given to you
Of the millions of records you are the most brilliant
Possesses a quality unique to you
You are a fairy in the forest who is deliberately dazzling
Win the lost heart and be aroused by your beauty
When I love you, it seems like twilight
You are the scene in the enveloping darkness
Gradually replaced by the moon and stars
The night is full of beauty you claim
Maria Clara and Crisostomo are unlikely to fall in love,
A Simoun of El Filibusterismo will be waiting
The battle in the king's heart will be fought on paper and pen
Will fight if necessary and ready to be Bonifacio
My sword will protect you no matter what happens
Ready to be a blacksmith or mala Enteng Kabisote
You are the adarna to be sought; whether blocked by a serpent
Love a Laura as Florante did
Because you are the princess of a poetic prince
My pen is ready to be a slave to a beautiful piece
Re -weaving the words in the poem you are the subject
I will build a kingdom in simple stanzas and verses
Palace that reigns and you are
dear queen.
Good bro