Soul of a Rose

My voice is the song of nature, which makes it bloom in your mouth like the rose that sings without thorns, and every gesture of yours that provokes having made me my beauty is the satisfaction of seeing the stars in the sky in the form of a sleeping soul, never awakening from that eternal dream.

I shine with the radiant sun, where it makes my colors full of life stand out, your memory is my roots of eternity, like the beautiful flower in the entire hemisphere.