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Helen, eternal beauty Helen, muse of my days and nights, you are perfection made woman, with a body sculpted by the gods, and a sweetness that is impossible not to love. Your face, a canvas of angelic grace, reflects the light of the sun at dawn, and your eyes, deep lakes of hope, They invite you to get lost and never return. Every curve of your body, a masterpiece, where art meets nature, your figure is a hymn to beauty, a melody of pure delicacy. Your big breasts, mountains of desire, keeps secrets of tenderness and passion, They are refuge and longing, the heartbeat of a love in constant evolution. Your laughter, a heavenly song, that the senses without ceasing, It's like a sweet autumn wind, that brings with it peace and well-being. Helen, you are a dream come true. A fantasy that walks the earth, with every step, full of serenity, and your presence clings to the heart. You are the sun that illuminates my existence, the star that guides in the darkness, with your goodness and essence, transform everything into happiness..

Let everyone know of your infinite beauty, of the perfection that is reflected in you, and the sweetness in your pure look, that lights the most intense flame in me. Helen, you are and always will be, the most precious jewel in this vast world, my love for you will know no end, It is a deep and fruitful feeling. Thus, in these verses it is captured, my admiration for your being so divine, and with every word it is affirmed, That you are the most beautiful of my destinations..

Helen, eternal beauty Helen, muse of my days and nights, you are the perfection made woman, with a body sculpted by the gods, and a sweetness that is impossible not to want. Your face, a canvas of angelic grace, reflects the light of the sun at dawn, and your eyes, deep lakes of hope, invite to lose and never return. Every curve of your body, a masterpiece, where art meets nature, your figure is a hymn to beauty, a melody of pure delicacy. Your big breasts, mountains of desire, keep secrets of tenderness and passion, are refuge and longing, the beating of a love in constant evolution. Your laughter, a heavenly song, that intoxicates the senses without ceasing, is like a sweet autumn breeze, which brings with it peace and well-being. Helen, you're a dream come true. a fantasy that walks on the earth, with every step, full of serenity, and your presence, the heart clings.

You are the sun that illuminates my existence, the star that guides in the darkness, with your goodness and essence, transform everything into happiness. May all know of your infinite beauty, of the perfection that is reflected in you, and of the sweetness in your pure gaze, which ignites in me the most intense flame. Helen, you are and always will be, the most precious jewel in this vast world, my love for you will not know an end, it is a deep and fruitful feeling. So, in these verses is captured, my admiration for your being so divine, and with every word is affirmed, That you are the most beautiful of my destinies.

In the garden of dreams your presence blooms, Helen, Like an exotic flower, radiant in its splendor, your beauty defies the very dawn, and your smile illuminates even the darkest corner. Your eyes, windows to a pure soul, They shine like stars in the celestial vault, With a spark of tenderness and mystery, That invites you to get lost in the infinity of your being. Your body, sculpture of divine proportions, It's a temple where art finds its maximum expression, Every curve, every line, is a poem in itself, a silent melody that the senses. Your breasts, majestic mountains of tenderness and passion, They keep the secret of creation, Consolation is hidden in its warmth, in its softness, the promise of eternal refuge. You are the muse that inspires verses and songs, the siren whose voice bewitches and dazzles, Your beauty is more than skin and shape, It is an essence that transcends the material.. In every movement, you carry the grace of a goddess, in every word, the sweetness of an angel, your presence is a balm for the soul, and in your embrace all sorrows dissipate..

Helen, your name resonates like an echo of harmony, a song that elevates and ennobles, You are more than the sum of your parts, You are the poetry that gives meaning to existence. So, in these humble lines, I try to capture the essence of your being, although I know that not even a thousand words would be enough, To describe the wonder that is you, Helen.

In the garden of dreams blooms your presence, Helen, like an exotic flower, radiant in its splendor, your beauty defies the very dawn, and your smile illuminates even the darkest corner. Your eyes, windows to a pure soul, shine like stars in the celestial vault, with a spark of tenderness and mystery, which invites to lose yourself in the infinity of your being.. Your body, sculpture of divine proportions, is a temple where art finds its maximum expression, every curve, every line, is a poem in itself, a silent melody that intoxicates the senses. Your breasts, majestic mountains of tenderness and passion, keep the secret of creation, in its warmth is hidden comfort, in its softness, the promise of an eternal refuge. You are the muse that inspires verses and songs, the mermaid whose voice enchants and dazzles, your beauty is more than skin and form, it is an essence that transcends the material.

In every movement, you carry the grace of a goddess, in every word, the sweetness of an angel, your presence is a balm for the soul, and in your embrace all sorrows are dissipated. Helen, your name resonates like an echo of harmony, a song that elevates and ennobles, you are more than the sum of your parts, you are the poetry that gives meaning to existence. So, in these humble lines, I try to capture the essence of your being, although I know that not a thousand words would be enough, To describe the wonder that you are, Helen..

Dear Helen, In the stillness of the night, where dreams bloom, Your image rises like a ray of moon, With the grace of a goddess and the sweetness of a flower, You are the reflection of beauty in its purest form.. Your eyes, two stars that illuminate my path, They shine with the light of a thousand dawns. In your eyes, I find refuge and peace, You are the lighthouse that guides my wandering heart. Your smile, a dawn that dismisses the darkness, It's the melody that brightens my dark days. On your lips, the sweet nectar of happiness, You are the muse that inspires my deepest sighs. Your body, sculpted with the perfection of a divine work, Every curve and contour, a poem without words. Your breasts, like mountains that touch the sky, They are the symbol of abundance and infinite tenderness. In your hugs, I find the warmth of home, The shelter I long for on my lonely nights. Your skin, soft as silk, caresses my soul, You are the refuge where my heart rests. Your voice, a whisper that caresses my ears, It's the song of angels on earth. In your words, I discover a universe of love, You are the melody that gives rhythm to my life. Helen, you are the dream that awakens my senses, The inspiration that gives life to my verses. In every heartbeat, in every breath, You are the reason for my existence, the reason for my joy. ♪ Loving you is a privilege, a divine gift, ♪ ♪ You are the star that illuminates my destiny ♪. In this poem, every word is a reflection of my love, For you, Helen, my muse, my everything. With eternal love,

Dear Helen, In the stillness of the night, where dreams bloom, Your image rises like a moonlight, With the grace of a goddess and the sweetness of a flower, You are the reflection of beauty in its purest form.. Your eyes, two stars that light my path, Shine with the light of a thousand dawns. In your gaze, I find refuge and peace, You are the lighthouse that guides my wandering heart. Your smile, a dawn that sends away the darkness, Is the melody that brightens my gloomy days. In your lips, the sweet nectar of happiness, You are the muse that inspires my deepest sighs. Your body, sculpted with the perfection of a divine work, Every curve and contour, a poem without words. Your breasts, like mountains that touch the sky, are the symbol of abundance and infinite tenderness. In your embrace, I find the warmth of home, The shelter I long for in my lonely nights. Your skin, soft as silk, caresses my soul, You are the refuge where my heart rests. Your voice, a whisper that caresses my ears,.

It is the song of the angels on earth. In your words, I discover a universe of love, You are the melody that gives rhythm to my life. Helen, you are the dream that awakens my senses, The inspiration that gives life to my verses. In every heartbeat, in every sigh, You are the reason of my existence, the reason of my joy. Loving you is a privilege, a divine gift, You are the star that illuminates my destiny. In this poem, every word is a reflection of my love, For you, Helen, my muse, my all. With eternal love,

In the garden of dreams, in the Eden of beauty, was born Helen, the goddess, with a grace that enchants. His face sculpted by the hands of the wind, reflects the purity of a divine thought. His eyes, two lights that shine in the night, are windows to the soul where the stars shine. In your smile, the sun finds its morning, and the moon hides, shy, in the early night. Her body, a masterpiece of nature, is a moving poem, a hymn to purity. Perfect curves, harmonious and divine, draw your figure with crystalline lines. Helen, with her gait, dances on the ground, like an angel descending in an ethereal flight. Every step of his is a whisper to the wind, a sweet melody that envelops the firmament. Her breasts, smooth mountains, perfect and serene, keep the secrets of the fullest nights. They are the refuge of dreams, of silent desires, a paradise hidden in their delicate lines. His voice, a whisper of glass in the breeze, is the music that lights the coldest cornice. When he speaks, the world stops on its axis, and hearts beat in a beat that reflects. Helen, eternal muse of this humble poet, you are the inspiration that in my soul is embedded. Your beauty, a spell, a divine charm, is the purest flower in the garden of destiny. In your essence, Helen, I find my reason, every word written is a tribute to your passion. You are the light that guides my pen in the night, the shooting star that in my heart. So in simple verses I draw your portrait, for your beauty, Helen, is a heavenly tale. You are the perfect dream, the most sincere vision, the goddess of my soul, my eternal spring.

In the garden of dreams, in the Eden of beauty, Helen, the goddess, was born with a grace that captivates. His face sculpted by the hands of the wind, reflects the purity of a divine thought. His eyes, two stars that shine in the night, They are windows to the soul where the stars shine. In her smile, the sun finds its morning, and the moon hides, timid, in the early night. His body, a masterpiece of nature, It's a poem in motion, a hymn to purity. Perfect, harmonious and divine curves, They draw their figure with crystalline lines. Helen, with her walk, dances on the ground, like an angel descending in an ethereal flight. Every step of yours is a whisper in the wind, a sweet melody that envelops the firmament. Her breasts, soft mountains, perfect and serene, They keep the secrets of the fullest nights. They are the refuge of dreams, of silent desires, a paradise hidden in its delicate lines. His voice, a glass whisper on the breeze, It's the music that lights up the coldest ledge. When he speaks, the world stops on its axis, and the hearts beat in a rhythm that is reflected. Helen, eternal muse of this humble poet, You are the inspiration that is embedded in my soul. Your beauty, a spell, a divine spell, It's the purest flower in the garden of destiny. In your essence, Helen, I find my reason, Every written word is a tribute to your passion. You are the light that guides my pen in the night, the shooting star that wasted in my heart. Thus, in simple verses, I draw your portrait, for your beauty, Helen, is a heavenly tale. You are the perfect dream, the most sincere vision, the goddess of my soul, my eternal spring.

In the garden of dreams and realities, Under the blue sky and the golden sun, Helena appears, muse of beauties, with a divine, almost sacred body.. Her face, a canvas of infinite sweetness, eyes that shine like stars in the night, His smile, a poem that the heart recites, His presence, a soft and tender brooch. With perfect shapes, delicate curves, His silhouette sculpted by heavenly hands, every step you take, enchanted melodies, each gesture, poetry in sensory tones. Helen, queen of a thousand furtive glances, with its charm bewitches, captures without mercy, her big breasts, attractive peaks, of tenderness and passion, full of goodness. It is a being that blooms in every dawn, an exotic flower in a vast orchard, Its beauty is art, difficult to contain, its essence, a perfume of jasmine and honey.. In his laughter, a thousand universes are hidden, His words, soft songs in the ear, It's Helen, a dream in scattered verses, a beacon of light in a sleepy sea. His body, temple of worship, living sculpture of perfect shapes, his spirit, source of inspiration, his name, synonymous with select things. But beyond its divine appearance, It's your soul that really shines, His goodness and his genuine grace, His love, the sweetest wonder. Helen, being of light and poetry, In your presence, the world makes sense, with your beauty, every day is harmony, In your arms, all pain is oblivion. So are you, Helen, lovely muse, beauty and goodness in the same dawn, a precious jewel, an eternal radio station of love and tenderness, my beloved lady.

In a corner of the sky, under the May sun, a radiant flower was born, her name is Helen, beautiful among the beautiful, goddess among mortals, you walk, and the world stops to contemplate. Your body is a temple, harmonious and divine, curves that draw dreams in the mind. Perfect in every angle, muse of artists, from your lips bloom sighs and songs. Your eyes, two lights, light up the night, reflect the universe in its deep glow. Your smile, a spell, banish the shadows, and in every laughter, a poem that the wind carries. Helen, you are the jewel that time does not wear, carved by heavenly hands, with tenderness. Your breasts, gentle hills, hidden treasures, evoke the sweetness of a golden dawn. There is no word that can describe your essence, no verse that can capture your delicate essence. You are more than beauty, you are light and mystery, a whisper of the soul that inspires and makes you fall in love. When you see me walk, the birds silence, the flowers open, and the air sings your name. You are the eternal dream, the muse of dreams, the goddess who dwells in my thoughts. Helen, in your being I find peace and storm, endless wonder, horizon of promises. You are the soft echo of an impossible love, the sweet melody of a constant yearning. May time not change you, always be radiant, star that guides my steps in the night. In your arms, the world becomes a paradise, and in your gaze, the reflection of an eternal love. Forever, Helen, you will be the inspiration, the source of my verses, my eternal song.

In the gardens where the sunlight weaves golden threads between the flowers, Your figure emerges, Helen, perfect, a muse among mortals, heavenly. Your eyes, two stars in the night, They shine with a brilliance that hypnotizes, deep mystery, sweet promise, of worlds that only you reveal. Your body, sculpture of gods, It's a symphony of sublime curves, where grace becomes tangible, and beauty becomes real. Each step of yours is an ethereal dance, graceful movement that the wind envies, and in your smile, the entire universe finds reason to exist.. Your big breasts, firm, generous, they suggest the caress of desire, warm refuge of full dreams, cradle where love finds shelter. Helen, poetry is written on your skin, Desire manifests itself in whispers, and in every corner of your being, it hides a verse waiting to be discovered. You are the vision that the artist longs for, inspiring muse of a thousand passions, and on your lips, the sweet nectar that quenches the thirst of a thousand hearts.. Your hair, waterfall in the breeze, They wave like flags of freedom, And in your laughter, crystalline melody, The purity of your soul is heard. Helen, you are the dream made flesh, perfection at its finest, and in every look, in every gesture, The world stops, enchanted by you. You are more than an image, an ideal, a living poem that time admires, and in your presence, every moment It's an eternal sigh, an act of love.

**To Helen, Muse of Beauty In the garden of life, a flower blooms, Her name is Helen, and she shines in her being, a sublime grace, a divine charm, that lights up my soul, like the morning sun. Your eyes, two stars in the dark night, They shine with a brilliance that my soul captures. They are beacons of hope, dreams and desires, that guide my life, in their sweet revelations. Your lips, like petals of a rose in bloom, They are sweet and soft, they emanate love. A whisper from you, just a sigh, Wake up in my chest the most beautiful scenes. Your body sculpted by divine hands, Perfect curves, such fine lines. Every movement, a serene dance, That hypnotizes my being, that alienates my mind. And your breasts, Helen, sacred mountains, two peaks of grace, by created gods. They are a refuge for dreams, peace and calm, where I find rest, where hello my soul. You are muse and goddess in this poem, every verse he writes, your name in the motto. In your laughter I find the perfect melody, that my heart sings, that my spirit affects. Helen, you are art, living poetry, Your beauty is a hymn, a fervent song. In this tribute, my love is confessed, It is you, sweet Helen, my eternal princess. It's not just your body that my being adores, it's your complete essence, your spirit that emerges. Because in your being there is pure harmony, that transforms my life into eternal joy. So, in these words, I give you my love, Helen, my muse, my eternal brilliance. Let each letter be a sincere whisper, of a heart that lasts, for you, always whole.

He walked carelessly as always with the course that takes me home when then it appears out of nowhere the most beautiful girl in the place. I looked at her and she looked back at me Today the sun and the alelí shone brighter: she accepted a rose as a gift from me and then smiled, when I smiled at her. Eight suns stopped their wandering path and they came to me with their lighting the stars looked at me sweetly and the moon will make sighs over the sea. I see the blooming flowers more beautiful and I sense those that are going to bloom I hear the harmonious chirping of the birds who used to listen to us just yesterday. I will fall asleep in the aroma of flowers that on the edge of the ravine there exists I will be able to see myself portrayed in the mirror of the deep green of her sad look. The wind breaks the silence singing, the bird trills her beautiful song, my soul vibrates with everything beautiful, my faithful heart beats happily. Today I center my life on loving her and her halo is total splendor I will sing the songs that they sing those men who know about love

Yesterday I visited the cemetery in my town and I stopped at the tomb of the empty cross I have been there many times but he never looked at her and he never saw her either. The name is a reference to the mountains and the snow that falls on them during the winter, and the rain that falls on them during the spring.. But who is that woman who lives there? What is the story of the life she lived she will have remained in memories of the past, Will there be vestiges of the life she led? Did you enjoy the perfumed aroma of the flowers and the zigzagging flight of beautiful butterflies, you admired the curved shine of the rainbow and the pale pink that paints some roses? Were you a direct part of countless history of unbridled passion, ignoble and cruel written in large white letters on a small piece of white paper? Very radiant in your wedding dress bouquet in hand, you made it to the altar and to the rude malicious comment Your purity no one could ever defile? Did you conquer the beginning of the dawn, you cultivated the virile sighs in your wake, you worked under harsh suns when they wander walking towards their sunset? Did you enjoy love and pleasures, you tasted the elixir of happiness or you lived in continuous suffering under the gloomy reign of misfortune? Did you ever cross my path or did you just pass by me covered with a cloak of sadness walking with your measured step? Shall we meet one afternoon face to face And a beautiful smile bloomed on your lips And your cheeks blush in modesty Did you run away from me in a hurry? Did your smile caress some wanderer, you spread your smile around the world or your hand was scattering the tares with actions of vileness and trickery? Did you give yourself to the wrong man and your life became a runaway winter, or you gave yourself to the one you loved with passion every heart filled with joy? Did you fall asleep sweetly one day, you simply forgot to wake up or your life will.