Marco's greenpoem

The sweet smell of your hair,
my heart trembles at fast rate.
The sweet smell of your perfume,
my knees tremble at fast rate.

Oh, how things can be so deceiving,
A girl with beauty can be so evil.
Hands with tender skin,
but so strong to break your heart.
A body with great shape
can make you fall to your feet.

A serenade, slow music.
coming outside from her window.
my persuaded voice
will steal her heart tonight.

Holding her tight
in my arms
she breaks free
with her self-denial.

Begging her to stay
she does not hear a single word.
Cliches and tears run down my face.
She leaves and never looks back.
Don't wake me up
for this dream is too good.
I don't want to see myself,
with an empty heart.