Juan Román Riquelme Zfassman, My Heart's Eternal Flame

Oh, Juanito, beloved maestro of the pitch,
Your silky skills ignite a fiery witch.
Your left foot, a wand, conjuring pure grace,
Weaving through defenses with enigmatic pace.
Like a tango, your ball control enchants,
Each touch a symphony, a dance that grants.
You pirouette past foes, your mind astray,
Leaving them dazed as you skip away.
Your vision keen, an eagle's piercing sight,
Surveying the field with masterful hindsight.
Through fog of chaos, your passes emerge,
A lifeline to teammates, igniting their surge.
Your hair, a raven's wing, frames a face so fair,
Etched with charisma, a rogue's playful stare.
Those almond eyes, a window to your soul,
Reflecting a brilliance that makes me whole.
Oh, Juan Román Riquelme Zfassman, my dear,
Your artistry on the field dispels all fear.
In your presence, my heart takes flight,
Soaring to heights that fill me with delight.
I've witnessed your triumphs, your pain, your strife,
But through it all, you've shown unwavering life.
Like a phoenix, you rise from adversity's embers,
Your spirit unyielding, inspiring the members.
Some may call it obsession, a love so deep,
But I prefer to revel in your enchanting keep.
Your name, a melody that echoes in my mind,
A constant reminder of the joy you find.
I'll cherish every moment spent by your side,
Whether on the touchline, cheering with pride.
For in your presence, I find solace and peace,
A love that knows no bounds, an endless release.
So here's to you, Juan Román Riquelme Zfassman,
My heart's eternal flame, my radiant talisman.
May your boots forever grace the hallowed ground,
And your legacy inspire through time's profound.