Wednesday, February 6, 2008


The destinies of two worlds meet
in the middle of this earthly existence.

Your bosom reveals eternal charm to God
but to every man, an insidious adoration.

A herd of lions adore your skin,
it's pure wisdom, an enigma so serene.

Ah, a luminous face, fragile hands,
like waterfalls they fail not to enchant!

A deep and grieving navel begets the angels,
they too fall in sweet surrender.

Thou cast no stone unto thy form,
her beauty is now my kingdom!