Es ella
Look at her, my love, at last she is,
nine moons of love and waiting
It is part of your blood and my essence,
We look smiling
and we are his angel puppets.
Look at her, my love, as it grows,
today and is open flower, who said,
is the summit of love is beauty
purest on the planet, my little one.
She is a princess
and look at my love, how beautiful.
she is, so tender,
Poetry angelic purity.
She is a princess,
and look at my love, star,
is it just her,
life-scented spring.
Pint of tenderness whole sky
with the mere illusion of innocence
It is a bit of both with their own wings,
leads in its flight,
and we are all she wants.
She is a princess
and look at my love, beautiful,
she is, so tender,
Poetry angelic purity.
She is a princess
and look at my love, star,
It's her, only she,
life-scented spring.