Mar y Sol it’s was my mate; make my heart jump with joy every time she got too close. At night in my sleep I dream of her; how would be to kiss her lip. How many time I practice my rap to end up with a nerve breakdown; before she got too close. Shyness keeps me away from the desire of my heart. If I don’t talk, how she will know that I die for her; every night. Her blue eyes the color of the sea make me fly like a leaf in the wind to a beautiful world that I only can see. When we get close the contrast is evident; soft Ivory again smoothes ebony skin. What a wonderful thing. To God, I implore to let me speak, but into a deaf ear, my prayer falls asleep. When I walk to get transport to the school and feel my heart jump; for sure she on the bus. I know she is my soul mate so tomorrow; I talk to her. We are like the moon she faces the sun, and I face away, but together we will be for eternity.
Author; Melito Santos