You

"You are not in my luck,

But you are in my heart.

You are not in the words of my lips,

But you are in the hide-and-seek of writings.

You are not in my town,

But you are in the near moon.

You are not in my address,

But the home of your face

Is on the mirror of my heart.

Yes,

You are not in the lines of my hand,

But you are on every page of the book,

By becoming 'Monalisa' at times,

Or becoming 'Senorita' at times,

Or becoming 'She is not my ex.'"