WOMAN
She is
A tent for male flowers to spend the night in
A nocturnal song of my origin
The campaign of my forces is there
Where She ever since Troy
Has been hiding her sweet Secret.
There would be no sea without our caresses
Nor would meteor rings be forged
Nor would they be portrayed on an island of solitude
After a shipwreck like a stray light
I search for her eyes
The Odyssey of my love
Echoes
In her valleys