Flor de Maga

I walked among the flowers in my garden,

Wanting to say good morning to my flower.

She was dashing in a dazzling pinkish-red dress.

Its petals opened gracefully and offered me her sweets.

Its long green stem reached out to me.

I took a drink from its elixir offering.

I quaffed deep from the sweet energizing elixir.

It invigorated me. "I'm happy, blissfully happy,"

I said to her, and she smiled at me.

Then a flirty rose, with tender fingers, squeezed into a

Clear as a starry sky glass a glitter of orange-flaming sapphires.

It filled the cup to the brim.

Swirling perfume around me… it's sweet, it's sweet!

I'm flattered by its enticing aroma.

But today, my flower captivated me, it stirred me.

I saw a twinkling glint through the corner of my eye.

The green-scented and bright garden that led me to

A white gardenia. "Come drink from me," it said.

It was tempting and I had a drink. It was enthralling.

I drank, I drank, I drank its enticing nectar...

O freshness, O purity, O sublime feeling!

What’s this you have given me?

With a jolt, my senses awakened…

My heart pumping hard… I screamed:

Flor de Maga, Flor de Maga, you’re the one for me!