All Told

All told! Each day, I say, Socially dormant, I may Never flagrant, rather Concealed, in essence Quite quiescent per se Until she appeared, as An alcoholic version of aquapanela Fragrant she is, isn't she? La bruja from the sea Can be. Can be. The peaks of the summits To be reached Alpenglow in her eyes - divine Will shine! Oh, will shine, Down to the coastline, This girl As round as a little pearl Polished and clean In my eye just a little swirl Consulting her star Oh, yeah! Alone she is in her boudoir Where I ascent With her consent, To touch her lips Up and down Could not help but Place the crown!