The Dress

I am the sea daffodil, Half-bud, half-girl, But tomorrow is my last night, When my sisters dress me white, I am a flower among the waves And my love is carried by them. I am ready to blossom Under the saffron moon, He will collect me with a bow And kiss me shortly over my brow, I will whirl my long milky petals As I listen the voice of my beloved. Now the birds will sing Like they sang to a king, A diadem is placed on my head And in my heart my eyes can read: I am the Rose of Alexandria My beloved is mine, and I am his.