Yearning

End my sorrow,

End my pain,

Treat me with love,

Not with disdain.

I fell in love,

I thought you felt the same,

Be a man,

Give me your last name.

I suffer for you day,

I long for you at night,

Wondering when I will hold you,

Waiting with fright.

So many bad moments,

So many good,

You ought to treat me well,

With what I deserve! You really should.

I am a young woman,

But an old soul,

Yearning for your presence,

My precious Colombian gold.