Is it I that loves you,
or is it my heart?
When I try avoiding you,
my heart beats heavily.
Like an infant in its mother’s womb
during a first-time pregnancy.
It is as though I have another soul
in which you’re an emergency – my feminine majesty.
There are much fish in the sea,
but I know I enjoy my dessert.
So when I see others fishing,
I just think of my dessert,
the only woman I deserve,
are you in your presence.
So with all due respect,
take my heart as your present.