GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 1 © 2007
My rosebud blooms, dainty,
In a dance of light, where the morning rests.
Slowly, you move away the thorns,
On silk paths, your steps alone.
Quickly, you will become charming,
Like the moon that shines, lovely.
Inhale the sublime, love in essence,
The fragrance that exudes pure innocence.
May you be a woman of great splendour,
A beacon of light, an eternal glow.
With condor wings, may you fly,
Beyond the horizon, to find me.
To the infinite, where dreams are real,
Where time yields to your celestial touch.
To embrace me, in a gesture without end,
My rosebud, always within me.