My boat was sailing on an unknown pattern.
Then you came along with definitions
To all the “whats” I have earned.
The sparks in your eyes define hope,
The smile on your lips defines beauty.
The curve on your hips defines tope
And your sweet voice defines melody.
But above all physical attributes
Is your disposition
And to that, no one has to dispute
That your heart is kind, a woman of compassion
This is an hombre’s lexicon,
The repressed woman’s potion
