This is a poem that I wrote called "Princesa" which means Princess in the Portuguese language

"Princesa" Fairest softness, bid adieu, Fine pleasant sky,loved morning new, I wept for nights to pray for rain, The still of creatures, flying, stain, By deaths' decay as cherubims, That time before,that without seam, Forevermore, as what was held, Dear fires devouring, lights so quelled, Took sun and starlight from my eyes, When I was simply yet a child, I waited years to see her eyes, Again,as sun,at night,they flied.