To her whom I love

Beside a gracious pond of everlasting waters,
Where oft the beauty of different worlds can be perceived;
The pure delicacy of nature wild daughters
Meeting monuments by man's craftmanship conceived;
There a maiden with indigo warmth in her eyes,
Long and most fluid ebony hair on her brow,
Inpired me songs of love and mystery thereby,
As if the same congruency that here endows
Would unite us both, bound to such varied roles,
And for that very moment all would be just right;
Harmony and soft peace enveloping our souls.
But as daylight destroys the mysteries of night,
   Myself she left alone, in life with just one thing:
   Her beauty in a song forevermore to sing.


 
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Fernando Fagundes