My Soulmate: An Unfinished Quest
Here, my spirit rests.
La isla bonita — a sacred chant.
Each breath tastes of ecstasy,
memories glowing like burning prayer.
Her voice — unseen, eternal,
circling my soul in yearning.
Her eyes speak truths unsaid,
guiding seekers to destiny.
Emeralds and rubies mirror paradise,
she turns illusion into belief.
Here, my spirit rests.
La isla bonita — the song of return.
She is the one — pearl of light, ruby of love,
my amulet, my surrender, my song.
