Lady Flower, the taste of love's zinfandel remains upon my lips, which have become moist and wet from echoing your name in the winds.
How I triumph with desire over the fruits in my dreams that seem to bear the elixir of your feminine sweetness.
Should you examine my emotions, you would surely find your desires within, carefully wrapped up in the fervor of love.
So mesmerizing is your sultry beauty that I become bewildered and moved to tears just from looking at your reflection in a mirror.
You have become the enchantress flower intoxicating my mind with a sensual fragrance born from the kingdom of the heavens.
Sanctified by your loving kisses, my thirst is eternally quenched when the zinfandel of love upon your lips flavors mine with the nectar of life.