There is something in the jet-black,
I think it swallows the Spanish sun.
While casually words are exchanged,
A distraction kinked and curly comes.
A rare beauty, for it was not confused,
Though two consciences do identify
And one voice the other still inspires,
The price to pay was deemed too high.
So, in a single gift with simple words
An appreciation should be expressed.
It began with jet-black hair in the sun,
And ends with a hidden thank you,
for being there.
