My lady - Poem of May

My Lady
you were the most important woman in my history
before the leaving of this year
you're now...the most important woman
after the birth of this year
you're a woman i can't count it with hours and days
you're a woman made of the poetry nectar
and from the Dreams' Gold
you're a woman were living in my body
before a million years

My Lady
the one who was made of Cotton and Clouds
the one who I can call her a Rain of Jewel
and the River of Nahound
and a Row forest
the one who swim in the water of my heart like a fish
the one who lives in the eyes like a folk of pigeons
nothing will change in my emotion
not in my feelings
not even in my heart or my faith
because i'll stay in my religion

My Lady
do not care about the harmony of time
not about the name of the years
you're a woman and you'll still as woman
and in everytime
I will still Love you
when the 21 century enter
and when the 25 century enter
and when the 29 century enter
and I will Love you
when the seas drys
and the forest burns