Isabella Maiz Raigosa

 

I am a spark in glowing light,

a tender breath, a guiding light.

The ocean sings, the mountains stand. Will you still hold my waiting hand?

 

The sky once burned with crimson hues, now silver moonlight softly gleams.

Like echoes drifting on the tide,

Will love remain beyond our dreams?

 

I give my heart in falling rain, uncertain where the drops may lie. Yet in your touch, beneath the stars, a trace of me will start to stand.

 

Not stone nor fire nor fleeting day, but in your soul, my love will stand. A thread within a woven past,

a light that shines, forever vast.