MY LADY!

In my dream I saw this lady

In my illusion I found her chant

Her words, so deep in my heart will I forever plant

The words, so pragmatic that I can't forget

I think I can, NO I can't

Her voice... as darling as that of a Yankee

Sent some shivers to my very artery

I was amazed that at a moment I was blunt

Seeing how she went on her beats

As beautiful as the rhythm of the cinnamon trees

Watching how she begins with her keys

I couldn't help than rise to my very bases

Stealing on her as she moved her feet

 It was so great, oh Gees!

But at a moment it was over

She cascaded off the stage like a brook

Now I know it's all over

Never will I see this figure 

On the stage hover 

But her words, like Alda in Italia

Will I forever treasure 

SHE LIVES ON.

She did all she could
In the morning she was so jolly
Having this lass
Lying on her laps
After that four hours of canter labour
She now have this gift
Which she will always sift
She did all she could
But after a decade under the sun
Toiling to give her seed all that she can
There came an infirmity
As she begun to blossom summarily
Knowing her all these years
Waking up today to find this mess
The acute pain she bear in her head's egg
So painful that her head was swollen like a bull
- Carthasis! Every woman would rather bear
 This unimaginable pain for her child - I guess
 In the morning she gave all she could
But at sunset she realised it was no good
After two months of  torture
Alas, she was no winner
For the first day of her life
She was so safe
It looked as if there was nothing like disorder
But when she began to flourish
Her fate's malady began to evolve
Foreseeing the next scenario
She began to sob
There was nothing else in her arms to rock
Now she know the world is never fair
There is nothing else to hold on
But in her memories she lives on
Because she did all she could