by
tamayo tacio
The
first time I met you I can't explain my gladness
For
your wit and wisdom everybody is bewitched
The
whole of you are so much perfect and holiness
Comparing
my love to you is like a heart shaped peach
Inspirations
and ambitions are alive inside
Teaching
me how to love without asking in return
'Cause
of your greatness and glory I choose to decide
To
be faithful to you even death put me to urn
You
are my true religion and God knows about that
Not
to seek anymore over others principles
Theirs
were much ungodly and were not being right at
Kind
and morality possess in your articles
Oh
my ecclesiastic one how would I defend you
When
you are so very discreet in your endeavors
That
the time my enemies grab you in their rigors
How
then I can have you still when you are anew
