Long dark hair, flowing over slim shoulders.
Dancing with her man, she’s in a pastel tank,
And flowery underwear.
Up on the screen, a sweet scene, something blooms.
Her smile, her freedom, like a fairy of the garden,
Only love and mischief.
The bloom becomes a flower, like the one I put
In my first lover’s hair, which was long and dark,
flowing over slim shoulders.
A dark cadence, in the flowing locks, soft, smooth.
One moment on the screen, when a new dream came,
Of tenderness and a warm desire.
A wife sleeps at my side, sleeping peaceful,
Long dark hair flowing over a white pillow.
A bloom watered by chance, become my life.