In the heart of Rio's rhythmic nights,
Where samba swirls in carnival lights,
There danced a Latina with a magic spell,
Her name, Maria, like a sweet caravel.

In her arms, a daughter with eyes so bright,
An emblem of love, a guiding light,
Together they swayed, a waltz divine,
In the tender embrace of love's design.

Enchanting Samba Dreams, the name they knew,
For when they moved, the world would view,
Maria's smile, a beacon of grace,
In her presence, all found a sacred space.

Her laughter, like music, filled the air,
A melody that banished every care,
With every giggle, a symphony played,
A joyous symposium that never decayed.

Her daughter's eyes, like stars above,
Reflecting the depths of a mother's love,
In them, Maria saw her own soul,
A testament of a love that made her whole.

Through moonlit nights and sunlit days,
Their bond, unbreakable in countless ways,
Enchanting Samba Dreams, forever they'll be,
A tale of love, for all to see.