Standing, looking at my garden
I care for it tenderly
looking at my latest
looking at my pearl
the most beautiful of roses
I feel the wind blowing through my soul
looking straight into my inner self
fills me with a longing for spring
My love for this little one
has grown in such short time
I walk up to you and look deeply in to your beautiful brown eyes
your fair warmth is greater than anything I\'ve ever experienced
I\'ve long searched for a rose like you
You had to come from a far
but you are worth all this waiting
my brazilian rose.