Now I see the mirror, now I see myself.
What is good for the goose.
Is good for the gender.
Good turn in romantic tone in use.
Deserves a romantic exposition towards the other.
So I say.
Gracias, amor in Espanol.
For the lady that stood like my armour intoxicating like ethanol.
I slept yesterday with butterflies ruminating in my belly.
I woke up this morning energized within from the belly.
Your late heartfelt message, I devour.
The message that fragrant in romantic flavor.
So I say to my lady.
Keep beautifying yourself baby boo.
As I will keep being the most handsome for myself too.
It is a merge made by the universe.
Looking at how we meet, my lady, my flower vase.
So I say confidently.
Knowing your week is dazzlingly inclined joyously.
So is mine, too, top-notching concurrently.
What is good for the goose.
Is good for the gander.
Good turns on romantic tone in use.
Deserves a romantic exposition towards the other.
So I say.
Gracias amor.
The lady who stood like my armor.
This one I will continue growing for.
This one I hold for.
Saying blatantly that no case for the others.
Saying blatantly that the search ends for the other.
As I have found myself in the mirror.
The beautifully created energy envelope in the beautifully crafted body called myself.
Now I see the mirror.
Now I see myself.