Mi Rosa Perdida



Your love was my passion's flower
Exquisite, beautiful, but short lived
Your kiss exotic and cruel
Replete with thorns 
Wicked like the ecstasy 
Of a rendezvous that must end with morning
Walking away neither lovers or friends 
After making love all night long
To the light of a full moon
I miss you like a vigorous mountain stream 
Lusts for being close to the Sun
Flowing down through time
I recall the flames and the rain
Beyond the scent of a love's first bloom
I will remember you
Always
Mi rosa perdida.