Puntiagudo, my inspiration, my love,
In whispers you let it out so slow,
To reminisce the days of your power,
The days when people stood and gazed,
Now old and forgotten you seem to be,
But worry not, on the horizon, you cant be missed,
The snow flows over you with such grace,
As clouds drift , you seem to float on them,
And i stand at my point of vantage,
Staring across at that energy you emit,
For in my memories, forever you will stay,
The center of my love you were,
The dreams of meeting you became mine,
And till that day doth arrive, i shall have you in my eyesight,
The roads to you lay broken,
The people knew not much of the ways to you,
In that incomplete state of yours,
Of the fact that so easily you were missed,
That Osorno captured the eye of all,
Brought you to me, for true you seemed,
Stunned by that legendary power that you possess,
In your attraction, the roads to you seem beautiful,
And the time I spend to embrace you, seems magical.
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