the words I'm about to say are not my own
these are words told from a long time ago
things that poets have surely write about
things that compose every lover's thoughts

my love is like these words
from the past to the future it evolves
like the words that will never cease to exist
as long as there is life that speaks

the world will try to bring you down
they will speak of things to make you frown
ignore them and lend your ears to love
it speaks of words that emit peaceful sounds