De Flor Em Flor

The love to tease me
Gave the flor a jasmine smell
From a handful of white sand
With tales and seashells
Made a prison to the sea
And to shine like that

Everything here from him seems to come
An actor, a portrait, the bush
The end of the act
A dish made for spitting

And to surrender someone
Has on the gaze
A knife that made
With the stainless steel alloy
The intrigue of the box
That is every passion

Was crowned king
In love, simple willing is law
A bitter thing
And will it lock?
So sweet that it nauseates

Just know that love finally
From flower to flower
Made you for me