I Have Been Forever Shy Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

And my imagination has constructed, a palace where fantastic romance
Of you and me in the palace of beauty is like a soap bubble

Her imagined aroma bewitches,
Her soul penetrated me

When I realise my imagination
When it becomes like pictures
Alive
Then there will be garlands and mountains
, , and celebrate albeit, vertically
Inclined momentum.
Red roses
And forest, because I'm very shy
And the all powerful mountains
The oceans with their will
And the taste for adventure