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"I adore the chirping of the bird,

Like it sings the day in glee.

I adore the scent of flowers,

And the nectar that sways bees.

I adore the breeze that comes to whisper in my ears,

As it plays large trees

I adore the sunset on the horizon that sometimes grey,

But mostly 'orangey' in hue.

I adore the moon for glorifying the night,

As the crickets add some spice tonight,

But what adore me the most in my day,

Are your wistfully ambitious eyes locks in mine."

The Lady, wearing her simple dress, ends her piece with a magnificent smile that creeps onto her face. Her mind feels at ease as she can no longer sense the presence of the man beside her.

On the other hand, Alfredo's mind is blown away as he is utterly speechless at her masterpiece. The last line of her poem speaks about his action. He gazes in the