With sins of old,
She still shines, with no regrets,
Of a cruel world left behind,
Tears of joy,
I kiss from wet eyes,
Bringing forth,
A smile upon a lovely face,
Soft and sad,
Was her voice, with tales,
She told,
Of cold lonely nights,
And hopes,
Of escaping hell,
We met on cross roads,
Passing by,
Deep intruding, penetrating eyes,
Stared deep into mine,
And into my heart and soul,
I felt,
Her loving presence, unfold.

By: William Bonilla......9/30/03