In the quiet of the night, when stars ignite, Ricardo’s heart takes flight, a poet’s light. With words, he paints a world so bright, A tapestry of dreams, woven just right.

His verses dance like leaves in the breeze, Whispering secrets among the trees. In each stanza, a story to tease, A journey through life, as he aims to please.

Ricardo’s pen, a magic wand, Creating beauty at his command. In the realm of verse, he’ll always stand, A poet with a heart so grand.

So let us celebrate this wordsmith’s art, For in his poems, he shares a part Of his soul, a gift from the heart, Ricardo, a poet, set apart.

In the quiet of the night, when stars ignite, Ricardo’s heart takes flight, a poet’s light. With words, he paints a world so bright, A tapestry of dreams, woven just right.

His verses dance like leaves in the breeze, Whispering secrets among the trees. In each stanza, a story to tease, A journey through life, as he aims to please.

Ricardo’s pen, a magic wand, Creating beauty at his command. In the realm of verse, he’ll always stand, A poet with a heart so grand.

So let us celebrate this wordsmith’s art, For in his poems, he shares a part Of his soul, a gift from the heart, Ricardo, a poet, set apart.