Maria Bonita

Remember Acapulco,
those nights,
Beautiful Maria, soul of mine.
Remember that on the beach
with your little hands you rinsed
the little stars.

Your body, a toy of the sea, drifting,
the waves came, rocking it,
and while I watched you,
I say this with feeling,
my thoughts betrayed me.

I told you many sweet words
that soothe the hearts,
begging you to love me,
to turn my dreams into reality.
The moon that watched us
had been a little while
playing a bit hard to get,
and when I saw it hiding
I knelt to kiss you
and give you all my life.

You must have had loves, many loves,
Beautiful Maria, soul of mine,
but none as good or as honorable
as the one you made bloom in me.

I bring it full of flowers
like an offering
to lay it at your feet.
Receive it with emotion
and swear to me you’re not lying
because you feel adored.