Adoring Lines To a Flower of Brazil

I love a lovely maid—a Flower of the sun-baked land of Brazil; ageless, she by clock's every hour makes the time be perfectly still. Though fair and gorgeously pretty, she longs to be known and adored for her heart and inward beauty, where love is felt and richly stored. She's queenly and wears a lush crown, a regent who sits on her throne; a Rose, she's praised and of renown, and prized for her rare grace alone. Too selfless and giving and kind to disappoint, she lives to care and gives alms to the lame and blind, and for me always says a prayer.