Smitten Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

I remember the first time i saw you you were super

What could a man want more than i testarosa

i guess no i think i know never put the cart before the horse

now im smiten you are captor of my heart living in my head rent free

You were a heroine much better than a gram from the street

A cat in the wind, an epic story

Your so perfect allways dignified to be attired in wares fit for a peacock

and if we achieve cnciousnes we can concieve

Your a miracle and spread your balm on the thoroughfare

Never missed

Nd i must confess im happy with you

Your verry beautifull, i wonder if you bank on it, but deep inside your just a pup, playfull and whenever i think of elisium i think of you


in the shadow of petals

Of course all my nights are shined by your light and its coronations and pan the pipping god presiding our banquet

Limmitless happyness

and sorrow only when we rip our capes

well we could be dancing, and i hope i skip to the good bit