I got my first real kiss on Saturday night
Wearing my old red dress that is too bright
Fireworks lit the darkness of the sky
Like a magical world where I can fly

We danced on the center of familiar stars
Not letting their wails leave unseen scars
We danced on the center of pavilion wars
Gracefully protecting the thing we called ours

The moon was full that night
You held my hand and smiled so bright
Camellia, the flower on your right
A perfect sign that gave me light.

We danced with glory and might
No more room for tottering foes to fight
We danced with fancy and pride
While they knelt on our mellow ride.


© Yadnil Santos