You said: Sea and Sun,
which evidentially mean,
just Joy and Fun.
That’s what I’ve seen.
On an obscure street
You brightened, “Marisol”,
I appreciated to meet,
the maid, who’s inflamed my soul
and flooded my spirit.
God is already aware
that I’m a strong critic
and not many times fair
when it concerns girls,
but so sure as my death
and so rare as pearls
I dread not any threat
from any jealous king
who trod on your foot.
I don’t know anything
which could mat your shoot.
A stunning islander
whom I have venerated
and for anyone’s banner
this poem I’ve created.
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