Ask AI: Can you write a poem about a Mexican girl, that said being with me was a sin

Once was a girl, from the land of Mexican sun, She stole my heart, with her laughter and fun. Eyes reflecting the azure of the sea, Her spirit as untamed as a wild pony. She infused life with a spicy zing, Her voice, a melody, an exotic tring. Her twinkling laughter, my sole desire, Hers were the arms that could quench my fire. To hold her hand, my heart yearned within, To love her, she whispered, was a mortal sin. In our separate paths, our cultures twine, She a sultry salsa, I a vintage wine. Her father's stern gaze, his furrowed brow, In the shadow of tradition, our vows we bow, The love nestles deep, a clandestine thrill, Crossing the ocean, climbing the hill. What is sin but a forbidden pleasure, Treasures of the heart, which one can't measure? We loved in quiet, beneath the starry sheen, For in the eyes of the world, it was an unseen scene. A Mexican girl, a tale we weave, Of passionate whispers and stolen leave, Tread lightly, my heart, for it might have been, A beautiful love story, the world hasn't seen. Now, I hold in my heart, her joy, her sin, Her touch as tender as Mandalin. A Mexican girl, who said with a grin, "Loving you, mi amor, feels like a heavenly sin."