A flower I so wish to pluck
but my amputated arms are a true reality...

The poems I write ,
seem to understand me more...

I never asked for much;
a palace,a porche car nor a queen for a wife...

Don't tell me I've tried
when in deed I've fallen with a thud...

I watch amazed
by the magical beauty...

How soon we forget,
the promises we swore...

Black is beauty...
that's why...

It's inscripted in my DNA
it's my second inheritance...

"I love you "
I've said those words to you...

By the still waters,
where i and my beloved find our tranquility...

I pray on luck
that a prey I find by fluke...

You know I'm not the Rolex type of Romeo,
I'm the hapless romantic one...