For Veronica

Your dyed hair is even more beautiful than Shakira’s thick and push up headdress,
It's put up inaccurately and carelessly but that's your way to express.
Your dyed hair is like a story of your mistakes, and how you  do fight to be yourself.
It’s the evidence of who you are and that you can’t betray your identity.
Your dyed hair is your last call to the previous brunette  V.
You said that you lost your soul, but I want you to know
That you will never lose it.
It’s in the fire in your eyes, wind in your hips, bless of your smile, joy in your lips,
It’s in the freedom of your style, mystery of your grace. It’s in how you express.
I would watch you smiling and running around me with your moods day and night.
I would admire your light-ginger beauty, and if it blinds me like I’ll fight?
But I'll never close my eyes, even for the shortest instant.
No matter how big could be my headache, I’ll always listen
To your dramatically big poems, or enormously deep recognition,
Because if there is an open soul in front of me, so honest and wide, I have only mission
And it’s to love it.