Beauty in Maturity,
Flowers close at night,
Age directly connected,
To this cactusspiral,
1 century,
Of hot days,
1 century of cool nights,
Cut down in seconds,
What took years to grow,
Hiding there,
Still the lining to your heart,
To the ritual in all of us,
We had the peyote of marriage,
The whispering touch from the inside,
Only few can hear,
And years to create,
The moments to remember,
Who we are,
And what we are,
The peyote of marriage