Angel de Luz

Angel of light, of scents and of snow
I cross your lips, with flowers of ambrosia
Your pupils, romantic dawns
That in the east will be the bright day

Inside your chest, you hold concerts of notes
Fragrances of spikenard, of dawn flowers
My heart is a tomb of withered roses
Bring those flowers to life with kisses of love

Queen of lilies, in your curly braids
Nest of silk, where the doves sleep
Let me rest my icy lips
That are sick from lack of your love

Lips that don’t kiss are dead petals
They’re hymns without notes, stars without light
Hearts that don’t love are polar nights
Sad sarcophagi where pain resides

Inside your chest, you hold concerts of notes
Fragrances of spikenard, of dawn flowers
My heart is a tomb of withered roses
Bring those flowers to life with kisses of love