Oh my,
the rose in her hand,
becomes the mirror that meant
to show the world, oh damn,
She’s beautiful more than it can
be understand.
My, oh my,
I’ve been wondering how and why,
This creature so fine but so shy,
Kept this heart asking why and why,
For her to live, I plead to die.
Oh how wonderful,
The rose is red but she render them colourful,
Such gift, such talent, just by her beautiful,
beautiful,
beautiful,
smile and gaze, that pull
even the hideous heart,
to be beautiful.
Oh lord, I plead to you
Make her presence is none but to
caress this world with love for none but to you
and this lonely heart too.
Every smile and gaze
every giggle and taste,
Etched on my soul,
Carved on my mind, hard,
It’s like destiny had foretold,
Her place is only in my heart.
-Stephen Castiano de rosalia, Book of Thoughts
White Knight 