Cuba can't have you

unless it has me too,

I'll journal each tear

cried over the year,

and it may never be,

still I want you with me,

read my poems to you,

we'll make it through,

even if to you I cannot fly,

still our hope will not die,

though feeling torn apart,

you'll always carry my heart,

because Cuba can't have you,

unless it has me too.