A Flor e o Beija - Flor

What a way to arrive
Right at the Rosebush
Whose roses I will kiss
Before the bees

Unintentionally
Get involved with your scent
Unintentionally
Scratch myself on the thorns
I will fly
And gather your sugar
Unable
At least to touch you
You didn't bloom for me

Wonder of the flower that waits
Kiss from the hummingbird I would like
Simply touch your bud