Her Name Would Be Lilith

She would definitely be the queen of my heart,
and she would take that throne from her mother,
whose subject my heart was greatly
and with whom I planned to make fairy tales come true.

She would be an angel, but an even bigger devil,
she would conquer everyone with an innocent smile,
on the wings of her parents' love,
she would fight for her dreams to the end.

She would play the violin or the piano with her mother,
study Bach, Mozart, Beethoven and Liszt;
and with her father she would compose love poetry,
wrote about a love that is as pure as a tear.

It is true that she would have floppy ears to her mother,
but from both of them she would inherit seductive eyes,
she would not leave anyone indifferent,
anyone's heart could skip a beat because of her.

Her name would be Lilith and she would be our joy,
but on her unknown path to life,
through its door she never passed,
instead of the beginning, the end was there for her.

Because this world was not ready for her,
with the elimination of the beginning they killed hope,
I will forever keep the dream of her in my heart,
like the Hesperides golden apples in Hades.