In this song of love you'd be the chorus,
I'd sing you in the most exquisite voice,
With your sensational rhythm I'd floss,
I promise I'd do it more than once.

In this poetic song you'd be the first verse,
Though perfect prose I'd still introduce,
The body of facts and not just a creation,
If not one, then must be a heaven imitation.

In this song you're not just a character,
In the last verse I see a limpid picture,
I see more, I see a lucid future,
From here, I love the beauty of nature!