Your caresses is a flower, the kisses a fragrance.
Your love is the plant of my sun-kissed dreams.
The reason I say sun and not moon is because
your warm actions take me to a world of bliss.
Where the loveliest grass thrive near and far,
the sweetest of fleurs are everlasting.
As well as my fortunes.
Please, adorn my black crown with another made
of wildflowers.
Take my hand, then a breath and let us dance in
light.
Make me see only the flowers, never the weeds.