Andrea Poem by Gil Gregorio

The innocence of your looks
trimmed every inch of sadness
as we envy your freedom
in doing everything without
malice nor limitations.
Your receptability to music
claps every hand around
with voices shouting of
your countenance.
Andrea, you are a little angel
to remind us the curtain
of our childhood;
the very sound of your laughters
do more inspiration in us
to desire even the limitless
wilderness of our thoughts.
Yeah...you are queen of our hearts
a freer change of old age!