From the garden of my delight,
With the scent of flowers
memories come and go
Smelling blossoms,
I have the soul impregnated
From your perfume
A fresh and early lilies,
With the poppy hand
I write today with their ink
of red passion and desire,
Where escape my fingers
As dewdrops
With the smell of damp earth
Under my feet
is shown that my steps
In your body
De libido aroma,
With a touch as soft
As petals roses,
A bouquet of love
It focuses with determination
There very close to your heart,
Where the outcrop target.
Respiro spring my love!
© 2011 Rosana Marti
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