Flowers in my window
Who are you to me visits
and flowers every night cues
in my window? What is your grace,
why you do this with me?
At least say your name
I do not want to get to imagine
who are you mysterious man?
Come to me.
I've tried to stay awake
get to see you, but nothing
I and I end up sleeping
in the morning to open
the window, I see a beautiful
red rose with a
ticket with the words:
To the most beautiful flower.
I am asking myself:
Who are you man minsterioso?
Will it be my Don Juan?
Gradually me conquiste, risks in their early mornings, so as only to leave flowers and notes in my window ...
Who are you to me visits
and flowers every night cues
in my window? What is your grace,
why you do this with me?
At least say your name
I do not want to get to imagine
who are you mysterious man?
Come to me.
I've tried to stay awake
get to see you, but nothing
I and I end up sleeping
in the morning to open
the window, I see a beautiful
red rose with a
ticket with the words:
To the most beautiful flower.
I am asking myself:
Who are you man minsterioso?
Will it be my Don Juan?
Pilar Mariosa Bastos da Silva

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