The Tail Of Tales Poem by immanuel santos

A seldom talk is a romance,
glazing a sparkling words
a man on the summit stance.

If only he can jump backwards,
he will come towards you and wisps,
'I always loook after you.

Despite of the limbo,
he treasures you like,
a shiny Limo.

No gifts can square your heart
because you are filled with purity and
love of art.

'Til the time we meet or never have a date,
I will be nobody but a common shade,
yet ready to offer you a shed.