Lest I forget, let me pass my praise to the Velvet colored flower
Your being and beauty potrays marks of concealing within you all that power.
I find grace and stillness within your petals laden and warm with fire
Being at the face of your gentleness and style, my only desire is for me, you to savour.
In your presence I resist to bow my neck for your face I will no longer be able to adore.
Receive my praises warm colored dulcet flower. Receive my warm gestures Mistress born from the fire.