Mr. Haynes

Because dreams accompanies you when you wake up.

Then as the sun for a cause is synonymous with day.

No matter when the flowers await spring.

Happiness draw a smile on you when wants to multiply.

Among those who will never be with you, your beauty includes all through desire.

And with your marine eyes, even without seeing us, reach us at the port. 

Eleven months jealous, because now you have only been in September. 

The nine muses want me enough, but I am

without metric,

without rhyme,
denounce my delusions on the bank bet which your life is dream.

            Imagem: Colton Haynes