Her hair flew with sands
And her smile touched the mountains
Her hands kissed the green lands
As her eyes hide in oceanic rains

The corals rest beneath her feet
The pearly whites, as they shine
The world is enlightened in her seat
The tides colour her pale wine

The high hills over a beautiful pathway
Her merit touches the peaks
A move that lights all way
Bleed her lovely eyes in hidden kicks

She still smiles and deserves the crown
that always remains away
The world at its seat of colourful clown
But her mirror may never lose way

It's her, my love, who's reading the letter
that's at its end with a love proposal
to stay as beautiful and keep herself better
To always be herself, a floral immortal
© Sabita