It was an idyllic Sunday
with beautiful inspiration.
Her face shone like the moon
with a few pearls of perspiration.
She is an adventurer
with the will to defy the world
A captain of her destiny,
with fortitude she hurled.
She is a nice girl
who has an iron will.
She is from another world,
her looks can kill.
With one look in her eyes
I knew that I knew her.
With so much love in the air,
my heart raced faster.
I don\'t know about others
but at least I was dead.
Neither could I ask for some water
nor for some bread.
She is a bright girl
and she is in the ring.
She is the queen
who doesn\'t need a king.
My Love doesn\'t impress her
nor any of my sweet songs
She is carrying on relentless
and my agony prolongs.
Despite it feels terrible,
this agony is so sweet.
My heart treats me mercilessly
and to her it greets.