Lilly, exotic flower, this ones from brazil.
she sits beside me for a photo opportunity
and puts forth fragrant words,
that I don't understand, but her smile completes the picture
and we are both satisfied we have captured this moment
in time perfectly.
The Bouquet
First Ana then Helder wanted a poem.
I told him his name looks like held her, which he did.
But they don't pronounce the H.
So that makes him a sort of flower too, as in Elder.
Ana holds the fragrance just like lilly.
But I'll toast to Helder, for his skill in mixing people together,
in a fine tasteful bouquet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem