In a realm where dreams dance in light's embrace,
Desiree dwelled with an enchanting grace...

Oh, friend once close, in passion's fiery dance,
Now vanished, like a fleeting specter's chance...

Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way...

Mother Earth, a gift so rare,
A place of beauty, beyond compare...

Poetry, more than mere words on the page's scroll...
Resounds within, where human depths are found...

In the depths of love's vast expanse,
A yearning burns, a desperate chance...

Patience, a virtue so pure and true,
A quality that can carry us through...

In the tapestry of time, where friendships bloom,
Mes amis, like petals, dispelling life's gloom...

In liberty's realm, we bear a cross of might,
Our skin, a testament to trials that tower high...

Black is not evil, It's a Style so grand
A beauty that's been hidden from our sight...

In Christmas's glow, where dreams and joy entwine,
A tale unfolds, of Christ's birth divine...

In Bethlehem's manger, a humble abode,
A savior was born, the son of our God...