Denise

The exodus of my life is to meet your love,
For your fountain is sweeter than honey;
And your bedroom's blues brightens my face.

I have the chronicles of my life with the sunshine and,
I will meet you with the palms of my heart;
For your proverbs makes me grow up daily.

Denise!
The revelation of your estacy fills my mind;
And the blossom of your love is all around me,
But in nakedness i will beg to praise your muse again.