You make all men sing,
The words they don't say
You, a real soul of beauty.
In your love, the self keeps sagging.
You are an angel, you heal the screamers.
You make men realize,
The incautious inside.
Your thoughts are emerald,
Your eyes light an ocean inside.
The dreams turned color in your love,
Your words speak out the saffrons of the soul.
Your presence builds up,
the courage of a man.
You. Bloody you,
The essence of my glory.
