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.