A Poppy and Venus

I love you I said to a poppy flower, Dancing coquettely on the light wind, Closely observed its nice red bowl Outer and inner texture of covering and color, Have tasted it freshness, odors and tenderness Even the little stamens Ringing around a pistil have the tiniest velvet yellow heads As a toothbrush for bees. You so gracious and beautiful No one craftsman will able to create Such masterpiece So usual in nature. And the awful fact That after just one day You will left your excellence Filled me with sorrow And melancholy, And I am tenderly smell its odor and kiss it And breathe it And say farewell For this astonishing, stunning And immortal wonder, Equal or even superior The marvel of eternal shinning Venus on morning heaven.