My Rosaceae

 

They swagger 

in the garden 

my rosaceae azaleas,

they are bringing 

to my mind 

the fragrance 

of the poem.

They arrow 

in the distance,

fall in love 

with his grace.

Dived

in my soul,

they do parties

of bower.

  

Remind me,

oh Thalia;

to your rosy cheeks.

They are flirtatious 

and they wink at me inviting me 

to kiss them.

My rosaceae azaleas kmows good 

that I am entranced 

by my gaze 

to always praise them.

With magnificent pleasure

they approach the one they want, 

a good lover of dances.

To the one who looks 

between their bellies.

They are gentle

my rosaceae.

the Beauty, always longed for essence.

Oh, my dears, how I love you!

Always beautiful, so rosy.

They give us away 

the Beauty, always longed for essence.

Oh, my dears, how I love you!

Always beautiful, so rosy.

Author: Julián Alberto Guillén López

Date: 19/02/23

Country: Mexico