En Los Jardines Humanos

In the human gardens
That adorn all the earth
I intend to make a bouquet
Of love and condescension

It's a boat of loves
That tows my soul
And nests in the ports
Like a white dove

Permission to cut
The flower of understanding
The grass of hope
The leaf of feeling

In the center of my bouquet
The rose of the heart
The most friendly tree
And the fruit of passion