Aquela musa que um dia                                                                            me inspirou as poesias                                                                            com palavras de amor.                                                                            Não é mais a minha rima                                                                   preferida. Não é mais                                                                                 A estrofe mais rica.                                                                              Perdeu-se no tempo                                                                              Um poema que se foi.                                                                               -                                                                                                           Aquela mulher bonita,                                                                             há tempos não figura                                                                           em meus versos.                                                                                       Nem sequer,dela me lembro.                                                                    Quando escrevo,exaltando                                                                           o amor.