Your perfume

Your perfume

Your perfume, beloved, your flavor ...
Mix of fragrances heavenly ...
Your hands such delicate, pretty sum
From goddesses and natural beauties ...
Sometimes so distant from your days
Seeking your perfume from the flowers ...
In no delicacies I found
You have, my sweetheart, in their odors ...
Please do not leave me, spring,
I want you with me, eternities ...
I am afraid that life, beast,
Will carry me, fatalities ...
But why you always want to here ...
Spring time dreams, I lived...


MARCOS LOURES