There was a land many took things away from
And there was a woman who invented Google chrome.
She said to a man once felt her almost nothing
And he started slowly her conscience cutting.
The next day she knew nothing but fascination
And took out all her marks for quotation.
They started talking in a small room of a cry
He thought she was drunk she swallowed the first lie.
She though a musician cannot love a woman
Although her soul knew he was the true man.
It is a story hidden in verses
Each making their daily curses.
And on the way they saw familiar faces
Leaving behind of faith in love traces.
He went then to find her somewhere out
To ask her what was it really all about.
To stop writing for now she decided
To stay without him alone she could not divided.
With love she even make a world
And gave life to others and to the curled.
But she has now a man to go with
Holding her hands on a table with the fifth.