My world of my pen.
Each time I pick up my pen.
I get lost in my own world.
I can write my fears and dreams.
My love and fantasy.
My joy and peace.
I can make myself a king or a slave.
I can write about her beauty, for she is the queen of one heart.
I can be a slave at her feet.
I can be a king that sets her free.
This is my dream.
To be with her.
To take care of her.
To share with her.
Each moment that my heart see her.
Is a moment that makes me fly.
Dancing with her on top of the stars.
On a river of gold.
She’s the one, that makes my dream come true.