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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold And I pay no mind to the women around me, Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode. I see my fair Spanish lady my daring, sweet rose with thorns, That run up and down her spine. As she stops in the daily parade Waving at the peasants, She looks at me and summons her guards Too take me away. Her beauty is unbearable. I cannot take not being with her For a single moment in my life. Her hair, Black like coal, Her smile is bright, as the first rays of the Red Sun In the dawn. Her lips painted with ruby lipstick, her silk laced dress and shawl wrap around her, Like a beautiful butterfly in her cocoon. Her skin of olive, dark color and her green eyes. My God, those sweet and piercing green eyes Oh, how they hit my soul and make me shiver with excitment. She is intoxicating and I am intoxicated in her beauty. She is like an angel, a Latina beauty who walks the streets paved gold, As I walk the cracked, cobblestone walkways. She shines in the Spanish sun, like a dimoand in the ruff As you blow the dust off her sweet brow, she glows and sparkles with extordinary excellence. She is beautiful and sweet and kind. She loves me, but her father minds. I am only a peasant, and she royalty. Can our love ever be together in one holy matrimony? I pray to the Lord, of all that is good, Please give me a sign that she loves me. Soon a storm came over, blowing me down to the ground And a cloud of dust swallowed me whole. A great Conquistador on a great white stallion pulled me up and told me that she wanted to see me. I shacked with nervous of joy as I followed the warrior. She was there, under a palm tree Near a beautiful beach in Barcelona. She smiled and a glow covered me with passion. I hugged her and kissed her upon her sweet lips. I tasted virginity and she tasted loyalty. We both tasted beauty and harmony. As the warrior left us, We made love upon a vigin white sheet, Soon covered with a flowing river of red. She moaned with exticy and love was in the air. The Ode to my sweet Spaniad, Mi Corazon! We lay there in each others arms Looking up at a clear night sky The twilight glimmered ever so softly And a shooting star blazed across the sky I kissed her and she kissed me. I whispered in her, "My love forever" And she pushed me back upon the sheets and we made sweet and ever lasting love again. As we looked in each other's almond colored eyes. I said to her, in a soft voice, Mi Corazon.
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