"Scarlet Johanson's tribute".

In this photo she's pretty as never,

For my eyes look her blond hair,

Everydays, every nights I go to despair,

Because I love her now and ever.

In true, I'd like to kiss her face,

Neither were, at least, one time,

For never more say her I'm fine,

Nor see her in time or in space.

The other woman of black hair is,

Is so pretty as the opther also is,

And no say at me it's a dream.

For it, I arrive to the end of poem,

Speaking of theirs and no then,

I close my mouth; don't speak!