Poema De Amor

She is of such Spanish beauty fire in the sky to the west her loveliness triumphs over the sun sun setting sphere in her setting... She the orb of fertile fire glowing warmth of belleza a dream of amor in green field to the blue of the mountains... When we make love it is on a bed of cedar upon a very special mattress O what the earth swallows! When me make amor do we consult the clock? time is of no matter time lost is worth any treasure... When we make love rosy and fresh are her lips she kisses and quenches my thirst I could drink her whole soul! O mi amor I am sick for you there is no hope for a cure I thirst for your amor loco for you are my source of spring water... ~