She was born and raised on the busy, poor streets of the Spanish Harlem,

But her beauty was about to make her the new resident of an Arabian harem.

Mission Impossible would be the name of the task given if, her, you were to describe,

Gorgeous and breath-taking would manage to be some of the words you will ascribe.

Her hair had the glory that strongly resembled the dark waves of the mighty seas,

Her bluish-grey eyes, unlike Gordon Medusa’s, would make you melt and not freeze.

Not influenced by the acts oN the streets, she played smart and kept her pride,

She was the Creator’s perfect work, envied by all and youth was on her side.

When the season to dress less visited, she caught the eye of an oily foreigner,

He wasn’t only just that, he was also an Arabian king’s aide and loyal messenger.

He quickly informed the king to say he may have found the prince’s wife to be,

Tried so hard to tell of her beauty but the king decided that this girl he must see.

Placed the worth of a hundred gold coins on her but she was worth thousands more,

Her heart sank when her mother accepted the money, a very sad face she wore.

Geographically displaced, Arabia welcomed her with too much of heat and sand,

Soon she would be in the presence of the king and his son who ruled over this land.

Decked with jewels of the Middle East, you’d mistaken her for a queen without her tiara,

But everything she was adorned with couldn’t brighten the countenance on her cara.

When Miss Universe, sorry, Soledad appeared, the king and everyone stopped to stare,

But she wouldn’t dare lift up her eyes; her confidence had been replaced with fear.

To calm her and the atmosphere, she was told to dance to the music that was played,

The español in her made her dance seem effortless as her hips she brilliantly swayed.

Her eyes met the prince’s, magic and chemistry kissed and love was between them,

 At this juncture, you would expect this to be the end of the love story in this poem.

But something out of the ordinary happened that brings a big twist to this love tale,

What I am about to say in your hearing will, interestingly, make you turn pale…

                                                     (End of part I)