o sweet lips of your trials,
which conforms and forms my past.
o sweet kisses of tribulations,
that of a table of my consential gluttony of miserable fruits i keep eating.
o sweet legs of trepidations,
how your tragic love makes me. . .
Wiser, stronger, strengthens due to the fact that,
In him i will be loved,
In him i will be blessed,
In him i am not denied,
That when I do not deter my trust, belief and unyielding faith.
I know my lovely Thalia, sweet seductress, I can be,
Will you be mine,
Can you say two pm , today….
same time as always…
near that place,
hmmmm, oh yah baby.