Ode To The Four

On my blog Pensamentos Equivocados, I'm posting today about my fourthy birthday with my girlfriend, and now I put here my english version or "Ode aos Quatro", poetry maked to Luciana (or Wife, if you prefer)

Without "blablabla", now the poetry:

Ode to the Four

There is no more beautiful flower, or as magnificent fragrance in the air.

There is not what you have,
Much less what.

If the time is cruel warrior
Let me have battles to wage
He wins known of which I had the years and what they will count.

The first came to gallop,
With a smile and hope in the air.
The second with the power of life,
And fetters to demarcate.
The third brought promises,
And a want of uncertainty in the air.
The fourth comes from the beauty,
Do love becomes greater.

There is no more beautiful flower, or as magnificent fragrance in the air.
Where was the day burns night,
You are my sunshine,
My Diva and my altar.

No which before lived without their presence to guide me.
And if today I am more than yesterday,
It was only by power you love.
Amar.
Count.
Ar
Love you.
Forever.
All forever.
Loving.
I love to you.
Forever.