Yazmin |
by Juan Antonio Cordova |
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The genesis of my vigor; she is my pride, joy, my firstborn her moon-shaped eyes; raven black hair; with a smile big and bright as the sun. II Sweeter than music; sweeter than honeycomb free as an eagle circling the sky; the apple of my eyes, my hidden treasure I will love her till I die. III There is no telling what life complexeties will bring; such as; pain and sorrows all mixed with grief; but in spite of all this things; we always found the time to laugh and to sing. IV We did have our moments and did not always agreed; but we did find a way to be calm as the sea. V For this my darling flower; I love you; I truly do; with fervent love; for all to see; for all eternity. Ingrave it in your heart my Yazmin, above everything you do; Recite it as lovely prayer and teach your childrens too. I dedicate this poem to my lovely daughter Yazmin, 12/25/99 |