Her eyes is the best part of novels
Once you've crossed ,souls begin to shiver
They're moments of tale that make her legend
From my folklore eyes into my myth soul

She touched me by her angelic voice
Allowing to open a manuscript of love
Through birds her lovely hand touch doves
And her feet leaves footsteps of my fate

Knocking a heart for entering heavenly gate
What can even say her parts delve towards my spirit
To find eternity of her presence.


© -John Edward Kenneth Parado