My dear

Be loved guardian of my thoughts, my dear princess,
your thoughts have made drawings in my heart as if they were a pencil,
You're an alchemist my dear,
And you can turn into gold the stones of fear,
Those stones that lie deeply within the soul,
And become bigger and stronger while we grow.

You are my council and my guideness,
Throught the city of gray buildings among the oceans of madness,
You're too humble, and too young to understand,
You aren't a mote of dust in the flying wind, you're the whole castle of sand,
And if you haven't reach the stars yet,
don't worry and have no regret,
It's simple why you and those suns so far haven't meet,
It's because the brightest star isn't at the darkest night as we expect,
because the most beauty star that from the sky has fallen,
It's in front of me, while I'm reading this poem.