For habit a lot of people
Asks me every day
Where you are?
But they don't know
That my head is full
Of your body, spirit and being
If wherever I go and come
I take in my heart
Your figure
And in my eyes
I see your face
As if were the same
That a marble image
Sculpted in my destiny
Because the light that guides
My life
Is the one that comes out
Of your eyes of pretty woman
Pretty, yes
As a wandering archangel
And as good as the water
That I can drink
Of your lips
Every time that I want
Because you are always
In my head.
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