I fondly listen to the strumming of the guitar,
A lovely and lively Latin melody begins to play
Like the sweetest song that fills the air
Whenever I hear your delicate, feminine voice.
Those bewitching green eyes that entrance me
Like a pair of rare, magic emeralds
Made to protect me and lull me to sleep
While I safely and endlessly dream of you.
Your long, beautiful, and silky chestnut brown hair
Of a scent more fragrant than lavender and orange blossom;
Your soft skin, precious face and petite, slender body
Sculpted and painted by nature\'s own genius hand.
The spirited and sultry tune comes together
Giving an acoustic expression to your irresistible appeal;
Your graceful movement, your sensual rhythm
As fiery, flowing, and rapturous as a bonfire ritual dance.
What I wouldn\'t give to be to the greatest virtuoso
To compose and play for you the greatest masterpieces;
What I wouldn\'t give to be the finest instrument
Made just to serenade you, the brightest red carnation.
Musician and instrument are fused together into one
Paying passionate homage to your unique beauty;
Finally, as the music ends and the guitar rests,
I lay down my head, offering my heart and soul.