She's singing and performing,
her hands are wide open for me like doors.
Her voice is a peaceful sound, like silk.
Once she sang a song to me, I fell in love.

She dreams of a white tiger.
The animal says to her,
keep doing what you're doing.

Hair like flocks of black licorice. Eyes like
pearly blue stars, majestic windows, sadness.

She moves like a hyper little girl.
My beautiful Amy, Amy the love of my life,
She would have to be horchata.
She likes to dream when she's tired
like sprinkling waters in fall.
Blue skies, dark clouds, with one white cloud.
Her feet are dimmed light bulbs.
Her hands like shadowy nights.

This person never thinks about the people
who put her down.
The last important thing that happened
to her was losing her grandfather.
She told me she loved me.