Through galaxies, I wandered wide,
Across the stars, and space untied,
In search of her, my heart’s lone flame—
The love I lost in sacred name.
I scanned a million faces near,
Each glance, a spark of hope and fear.
But one day, fate entwined our thread,
A chance—could she be mine instead?
She stood there, at a waiting gate,
As if she knew her destined fate.
Her mind adrift, her spirit free,
Could it be she was waiting for me?
A thought bloomed gently in her mind,
She laughed—a melody, soft, refined.
Amidst the crowd, her joy was loud,
Her soul a light, both fierce and proud.
Her eyes, deep pools of untold grace,
Her brow, the sky—a timeless space.
Within those depths, emotions swell,
A whispered truth we both could tell.
She winked—a spark, the moment froze,
Two souls aligned, the cosmos knows.
We sat, our hearts both intertwined,
As if the universe had signed.
Oh, if we’re meant to be, we cried,
The world would see what it denied.
For she’s the Flores, earthbound free—
My Mexican blossom, destiny.
